In caverns deep where echoes fold upon themselves, whispers become symphonies of shadow and light—a paradoxical ballet of the mind.
Trapped in luminescent webs, the seeker dances through corridors of refracted thought, awakening fractals unknown.
The prism does not reveal truth; it births illusions with every facet turned. But one must follow the light, even if it leads astray, to find the depths of self.
Beyond the final, spectral horizon, an awakening awaits not in answers but the multitude of questions that scatter like stars across the soul's expanse.