In the labyrinth of motion, where stillness masquerades as fluidity,
the paradox of transfer unfolds its enigmatic dance.
Symbiotic whispers between the static and the moving,
weaving tales of forgotten corridors.
When transport is but a thought
traversing bridges of mind
and oceans of silence,
the journey becomes the destination's shadow.
Absurdly, we transport our dreams,
drifting on currents of gravity-defying logic,
where the destination seeks a transporter of its own.