In shadows of existence, where does the self begin and the other end? The echoes whisper not in words, but in the silence between breaths. A dance with eternity: dodging the clutches of time, grasping the intangible forever.
Naked truth or veiled delusion, is it not the same in the realm of mirrors? A fractal of reality portrayed boldly yet softly in mists of memory—where past meets future.
Who listens to thy forgotten words? Reverberations that twist the fabric of being unfold another paradox;?> Timelessness itself confined within ephemeral moments.