In the quiet corners of restless nights, where whispers dance like shadows in the flickering light, there lies a pathway.
A pathway to nowhere and everywhere, a labyrinth of thoughts untangled only to be re-entangled, ensnared in the irony of their own absence. Are you lost?
Lost in the echoes of what could have been, should have been, but never was. The whispers remind you of what you forgot—but did you ever know?
Repetitions, repetitions, the mantra of the mundane. Voices in the void, calling, calling, never answering. But oh, how soothing the sound of unanswered calls.
Ramble through the corridors of consciousness, where every turn promises discovery but delivers only more pathways—more choices, more echoes, more whispers. In circles we walk, in circles, in circles.
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