In the stillness of chaos, when time folds like origami left untouched, a voice whispers. Do you hear it? No? Then you must listen harder.
Perceptions shifting, like sands beneath the ocean's breath. Are you awake, or merely dreaming of dreams? Perhaps the questions echo hollow chambers.
Every sunrise casts shadows longer and deeper. The path ahead: a labyrinth of truths and illusions. Step lightly, for the ground is both firm and fleeting.
Know thyself. But how can you know what you do not yet comprehend? The paradox is a wise teacher, cradling you in its relentless embrace.