Truth is a flickering thing. It dances, elusive, across the stage of perception. Like shadows within shadows, it whispers. The ugliest truths stitch together our reality, threading through layers of smoke and mirrors.
You might argue: "Let me look elsewhere, let me find a more comfortable truth." But the moving light reveals no sanctuary. Each piece, a mirror reflects your own reflection, stretching wide and narrow under the relentless spotlight of reality.
The ugliest truths are not lies in disguise. They are the raw fabric of existence, woven with threads of inevitability. Consider: Why do we shy away from the brilliance that burns within honesty? Why hide from shadows that only illuminate the depth of sincerity?
Pull the String
Dive deeper into the abyss and encounter the flickering truths. Or explore the tapestry of woven lies.