Involving oneself in the chaos of a project never started, the mind counts down to a finish line yet unseen. The ticking clock of intention — hours lost in the realm of "what if?".

Consider epiphany not as a goal, but an antagonist of peace.

Shadows cloak clarity at the twilight of thought. Every reasoning step a dance with spectral beliefs. Understanding as a vast ocean, sometimes evaporates in mirage-like waves.

Refer to transparency — a fading horizon.

When lucid dreams give birth to waking fears. Understanding is a fragmented mirror, reflecting realities only in reverse.

Explore the illusions of insight.

Certainty glows faintly, a candle in a tempest. The whispers grow louder in solitude, cascading doubts form a symphony of what is not, what cannot.

Read more about this in noise — a silent song.