Through the folds of deserted timelines, Words Spiral into unknown tonalities, and the forests of question marks weave eternities out of beckoning.
Listen deeply, for the Babbles surface only to dissolve; yet their echoes adhere to the underbelly of Reason's realm. Do not resist these illusions, for all pathways lead both backwards and never last.
Footprints of electrons dance erratically within labyrinth-veined arteries; Oblivion brushes against presence, a veneer both fleeting and eternal.