Somewhere, deep beneath the illusions of permanence, the light flickers. Beneath the skin of the world, beneath the quiet shores of what we call consciousness, each nerve, a whisperer of forgotten things, hum... hum, hum...
Embedded in each thought are universes — fragmented, disparate, yet unified in a celestial orchestration. Detached echoes, reflections across worlds yet untouched, find their symphony in the rhythms of our silent drift.
In these passages, woven of electrochemical dreams, we wander. Seeking answers that are not questions. Finding selves that are nothing more than distant lights seen through mists of time.