In silence, we drift through the ether, contemplating the echoes of tides long forgotten.
These directions may lead you nowhere:
Every breath a particle of light extinguished, yet we persist, spinning in the cosmic ballet.
Where are we going? What do we become?
As stardust, we are both the question and the answer. Explore alternate paths, they say.
Fragments of thought drift away like grains of time; try to catch them in a jar. They slip through fingers.
To understand existence is to unravel a tapestry woven from silences and sighs.
Seek the unraveling, gaze into the void – the void gazes back.
Floating, we are suspended in questions.
Yet, you can always visit the Forgotten Path, a lesser-known journey beyond convention.