In the embrace of endless turning, one finds solace not in the destination, but in the spiral's gentle caress.
Do the echoes recognize us, as we glimpse their shadows in the flickering light of possibility? Time warps around the edges of our understanding, revealing paradoxes nestled within paradoxes—each a quantum cradle for a different you.
The past is a ghost, the future a dream. Here, in this loop, every now is an eternal beginning.