Dear wanderer, you have traversed the shadows of realms unseen.
The surface whispers secrets in tongues of time unraveling...
Do you hear the call of distorted intersections bending light into shadows?
Sending this, mere echoes from places unnamed:
ยป The Inner Echo awaits your listening.
Take not these words lightly, for they are woven with the threads of night.
Consider the Riddle of Perspective.
Let the stillness fade into motion, revealing curves in cosmic surfaces.