Beyond the confines of daylight lies a truth— An echo of existence reverberating against the soul. I stand amidst shadows cast by stars long extinguished, their light a vestige of forgotten dreams.

Am I but a whisper within this cosmic gale, or a mantra repeated through the aeons? My vessel adrift, a traveler seeking refuge in the folds of time, swallowed by a veil woven of stardust and memories.

Questions spiral like leaves in autumn, descending through the observant silence of the universe. Each spiraling thought, a step in the labyrinth of introspection, revealing truths not of sight but of perception.

Follow the dance of the vortex and perhaps you will find
Echo
or Abyss, where meanings unfurl beneath veils not imagined.