In the interstice of all things, there lies a silence, an echo that speaks louder than words, resonating through the fabric of forgotten dreams.
Have you ever listened to the silence of an echo? It carries fragments of worlds uncharted, realms untouched by the light of conscious thought, whispering secrets into the void.
Contemplate a world without names,
where labels dissolve into the ether,
and existence resonates merely as a soul's breath.
Would you still seek the mirror,
or trust in shadows
to reveal what substance cannot?
Beyond perception's grasp, laughter lies, spectrums unseen by eyes untrained in truth, rhythms of a silent symphony, echoing through the corridors of the night.