In the narrow corridors of a dream, where walls have no substance and time abandons its hold, a voice drifts:
"Was it always like this, just predictions and sections? I thought there was more."Lose yourself further...
Two figures, veiled in subtlety, speak in hushed tones:
"Control panel and all. But it feels like play acting, doesn't it?"
Their laughter echoes softly, a signature mark on a forgotten ledger.
Decode the laughter