In the caverns of thought, light weaves its lonely path, seeking solace in whispered shadows. An aura, they name it, of forgotten stars and nascent moons.
Wander, the ghostly echoes beckon, through realms where time dissolves like morning mist, only to realize the luminosity is a reflection of the self.
The tides of existence, relentless and soft, script destinies in the sands of consciousness, yet remain unseen by the naked eye.
Would you dive deeper into the infinity? Explore further or return to the source.