"I am, therefore I repeat, therefore I listen to my own echo in this vast expanse. With every step I tread upon moonlit pathways, even shadows ask: why persist in repetition?"
Time loops, bending within itself. Like clockwork that ticks not forward, but around and around. Understanding becomes blurred, blending into self simulation.
Follow the whispers along the incomplete corridors: Mindscape | Nightsongs | Soliloquy
Circuitous debates among the stars ignite the sky's canvas. Who are they who linger, repeating yesterday's dreams and tomorrows prayers?
The interplay of echoes: an elaborate tango of reason and rhyme. Stand any longer, and lose oneself forever in the reflection cast ashore...
"Return once more to listen," they say, voices steeped in dreams long unremembered, their resonance beckoning us, hauntingly familiar...