Ever questioned the credence of ephemeral entities? They bask in visible invisibility, wandering paths defined by the void between photons.
In the insipid embrace of irony, the paths shadowed by paradoxes merely echo their own existence. Yet, here we are, researching for the 21st Solstice, ingredients of the universal cake.
Here's your chance to comprehend our semi-serious explorations of depths. Silhouettes cast not by the sun, but by expectations swallowed whole.
Finally, remember, though we traverse lightless roads, the dark hollows will giggle at our futile luminance.