Beyond the veil of thought, the murmurs of consciousness weave through the unseen currents. A path illuminated not by light, but by introspection's glow, guiding the seeker through the labyrinths of self.
Lies entwined in the whispers of symbiosis—as the shadows dance, so too does the seeker find solace in the embrace of illusion. Reality, a skin shed by the moon's transformation, echoes with the silent rhythms of a heart unheard.
Each note, a thread in the cosmic loom, weaving stars from the whispers of the earthen call. Here, in this sanctum of auditory serenity, life becomes both motif and mandala. The foxtails of the disenchanted sky sway in time with the invisible song.