Stretching infinitely, echoes are absent. Choices made, concealed in the shadows cast by starlight's hesitant touch. One corridor among many, yet unchosen, sings with the lament of potential untouched. Paths unwinding, splintering, in the silence between the stars—a cosmos of crossings unheard.
Doors, once thought to be, unravel into illusions of corridors—
the archways of yesterday whisper. Listen.
Decisions are ghosts we carry, specters cloaked in decision's fog. Yet among the corridors of tomorrow, choices lie beneath the immense silence: interstellar choices between galaxies of thought. Stand still, and let the emptiness guide you.
Unseen Maze
The muted truth of star-silences is a compass—lost but constant.
Futures fold upon themselves like origami of forgotten echoes.
As the universe yawns, choices awaken—silent pathways whisper.
Remnants of yesterday's dreams lie in wait upon the starlit corridor.
A decision—which corridor becomes your echo?
In every pause, a silence waits—a profound choice made between
the breaths of nebulas and the corridors of thought.