In the enveloping stillness, where thoughts dance like shadows in the twilight of comprehension, listen.
Embrace the impermanence of your echo, for it weaves through the tapestry of time, a fleeting wisp.
Observe the chosen path, not as a destination, but as a transient journey through the corridors of experience.
Your whispers, once vibrant, will dissolve into the cosmic ether, yet their essence lingers in the silence.
To understand existence, you must first understand the absence from which it springs.