Some rhythms pulse between ephemeral states, whispering secrets of vast nothingness embraced in the womb of existence.
Hello, existence reflected in fragments, a tapestry woven from the threads of yearning thought, spiraling through dimensions unknown.
When shadows play upon the contours of reality, who becomes the keeper of the portals that weave flesh with light?
Glimpse Material Shadows through the veil; grasping echoes, transient sutras forgotten in the ritual of being.
The labyrinth questions the very nature of thought, as the mind reverberates in the echoes of remembrance, leading towards rarefied clarity.