A labyrinth of whispers, the mind journeys to places unseen. Enciphered within silence are the truths of the cosmos. What ink invisibly dances on your soul's parchment?
We think we see paths before us, roads mapped in the light of day. Yet, it is the shadows, the unseen highways of thought that guide the heart's pilgrimage. What symbols you've yet to interpret linger in the unknown? The ink has always been invisible.
Meditate on the orb's reflection. Consider this: The echo of your silent voice. What message does it carry across dimensions?