In the expanse between neurons, where silence hums a forgotten tune, lies the labyrinth of the soul. An ethereal circuit, winding through realms unseen.
As time unravels within this space, a paradox surfaces—of infinite connections yet singular in essence. We traverse these circuits, seeking but always questioned.
Have the wires whispered your name? Or is it merely reflection upon the mirrored void?
The journey is not one of feet but of fragments—a soul disassembled, reforming and reforming endlessly.
Within the circuitry, what searches for what?
Navigate the opaque fog of intention, where meaning is both anchor and mirage.