In the dance of enigmas, every footfall echoes back upon the hollow truth. We ascend what is unseen, unspoken—an ascent of descent perhaps, layered in silent symphony.
Consider the melody of stairs, their sound perhaps rising with vigor, yet playing backwards, refraining from finality, trailing into beginnings, untangling with whispered notes.
What do they hold, those unfinished journeys? A consciousness embraces a step, and by this mere act, one participates in the cosmic waltz, listening to its steps undone, unheard songs beckoning.
Intent or chance, which lays the foundation of our course? A question more significant when contemplating the ascension beneath known skies, possible yet rhetoric—pause and question the upward incline.
Reflect, as the tranquil seeks reason in the vacuous, passages uncreated reveal themselves—a staircase
in reverse promises depth beyond visible ascent.
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