Ruminations cascade like water over stones—each thought refracted into a prompt for motion. Is the reflection you see a mere shadow or the essence of something greater?
What do you see dancing there? Hazy visages, elusive footprints, echoes committing sins upon the prism of time.
Interestingly, paradoxes chain us—consciousness clashing with the night’s eternal clarity. The quest for identity blends fractals and mirrors, each glimpse another strike against understanding.
Is bewilderment mathematics undressed, mathematics awakening on tangled limbs? Odd equations of selves intermingling.