As you wander through this void, a hum arises from the depths of nothingness—soft yet omnipresent—carrying with it whispers of forgotten echoes.
"It feels like I have been here before," you mutter, but to whom, the question remains unanswered.
The air shimmers with an unspoken melody—one that tantalizingly confirms your unacknowledged fears. Strains of a symphony fading like the sun dipping below an unseen horizon.
Again, a thought: Had I the choice, would it be the same?
Shadows dance in the flickering light of your vacated path. Each step etches a new story upon the parchment of reality—or perhaps just reveals an old one. You reach out to touch, and find only air.
Yet the story persists in unyielding momentum.