Whispers fall like drops, echoes bouncing against unseen walls. Each echo births a new thought, diverging, ever diverging. Should I follow? Or let it fall silent, seeking the path lost to time?
In the well, there lies a mirror, fractal in nature, reflecting not the self—but the possibilities of selves. An endless recapitulation of decisions, each one leading to an infinity of others.
The Echoes of Yesterday Labyrinth of ParadoxesThe well thirsts for understanding. To cast a light into its depths is to ignite an explosion of reflections—splintering truths, shards of illusions.
Hover above, peer within, yet beware the gravity of contemplation. For each thought holds its own weight, pulling you deeper into the infinite.
Footprints in the Remains