Neural Paths

In the hushed corridors of thought, where echoes of became reverberate, the mind weaves threads akin to celestial mimicry. Stars blink, scattered in the dark, their light a whisper across the void.

A sigil unfurls beneath the gaze, a pattern lost to memory but familiar to the heart. Trace it with fingers, let its embrace guide. On its surface lies a forgotten ritual, awaiting recognition. Whispered Echoes

Paths that neural neurons follow, imprints of steps never taken, paths within paths, dreams within dreams. Each turn a mirror, each mirror a universe. Silent Voyage