🚪 There exists a door, though not a single one dares to knock, ever yearning for entry into what lies beyond itself. Open not its mysteries, for there are not any.
Whispers, apparently, have contracted a penchant for absence. Not a one but claims to have seen the ghostless specter of life passing, with no apparition in arm's reach.
🎩 Ever wonder why it is that the unseen hand guides you to more mystical untruths? Ask the riddling mirror, or perhaps, simply don the clown hat of comprehension.