When the mind drifts, it carries whispers of lost echoes, remnants of previous lives etched in cerebellum ink. Here lies a schism, where paths diverge within the canyons of thought, reflecting the void and embracing silence.
Does the past still breathe within you? Ask of the shadows that linger, quietly observing, as you traverse this inward journey. Echoes, resounding in the corridors, reminding you of choices unmade. Here, a portal beckons.
Enter the corridors