Sometimes, in the quiet corners of the mind, patterns emerge. Like whispered secrets from the universe. Have you ever pondered a fractal? Not just seen, but felt its infinite embrace.
The way it folds, unfolds, and refolds, reminding us of hidden whispers in lifelines. Perhaps it's a spiral, or just a thought lingering on the edge of math and art.
These patterns come and go, fleeting as a dream. Yet, some secrets remain, always whispered, never spoken.