Ever sat on the edge of thoughts, where worlds whisper to one another in hushed tones? The kind of place where rhythm meets the laws of singularities, dancing with stars that only I can see. Maybe they sing too. I just need a moment to listen without the humdrum of earthly noise. Echo Chamber might know better.
It's a casual kind of pondering, you know? Like sipping on stardust tea while galaxies spin stories. Once, I heard a cosmic lullaby right here—tender waves of light murmuring secrets of the universe. The harmony was exquisite, like seeing the tide breathe.
Thoughts meandered like a playful comet, tracing arcs of wonder in the quiet sky. Singularity isn't a void, it's brimming... with possibilities. Sometimes, it's hard to differentiate between the thinker and the thought. You lose track, don't you?
I stay here, perched, until the edge fades. Until dreams slip back into the realm of possibilities and all that remains is the soft glow of what could have been. Open Door.
"Is this the final destination or a mere waypoint?"