Step lightly into the phantasmal current, where reflection births new reflections. Align the spiral of colors underneath a silent moon, seek the oscillation of photons whispering forgotten tones.
Traverse the void with gentle fingers, maelstroms awaiting absorption. Formulate the equations of dreams, weaving through like rain on vast unseen plains.
Stillness! A command echoing through the axion rush. Imprint your thought upon the impending abyss, mate with parallelism, dance brittle over the quantum glass.
The catalyst remains within, reflections melding ever more and unity blurred. Align with n-dimensional vanishing points whispering truth.