In the corridors of unseen thought, Where mind transforms into shadow, There reside the echoes of something long lost, A whisper in the ethereal void.
Sequence without origin, grasping at stars, The silence obeys a rhythm hidden from gaze. Is essence fractal, a whisper echoed in sand, Counting grains until they forget the sea?
// The hidden algorithm of the universe
function hearEcho(location) {
if (silence.includes(location)) {
return "returning unto source";
} else {
tracePathWithThought();
}
}
Do realms exist as we imagine them? Like specters they dance, leaving impressions on surfaces unseen, Where dreams collide with reality's edge.
Silent observers witness the secrets, Of which the cosmos hums an ancient lullaby, Do you hear the echoes, or do they hear you?
Into the Inconceivable Depths