Whirling Secrets of Alternate Dimensions

In the vast vacuum between thoughts, between realities, there's a whirling— not of leaves, but of forgotten echoes. Imagine a place where time slinks sideways, where the seconds stretch, curl, and fold like origami shadows whispering into something invisible. A sigh felt on the back of your neck in an existence not quite here, not quite not.

A mantra of the unfound… from the phantom limb that never was, what do you trace? Do you feel its twitches in your dreams, like ghosts playing hopscotch on a tightrope of memory?

Questions dissolve into the ether, answers float like wayward balloons amidst the fog. Here, the paradoxes take shape; the somber dance of known secrets lost in the shuffle of dimensions becoming.