When the loop closes in on itself, does it whisper answers beneath its cyclical rhythm? have you ever joined a conversation with echoes instead of voices? deep waters do not lie stagnant, they twist in tempests unseen, destabilized by moonlit commands. sometimes the folds within thoughts cradle secrets, yet they claim no narrative, only a lullaby. genesis of ephemeral ideas meander through labyrinths of your own making. Why are the oracles always shrouded in paradox? Reflection tells tales beyond echoes, stretching across the shores of psyche. pursue the interminable spiral, where vertices touch, yet diverge in infinity.