In the corners of silence, where echoes take refuge from the light—the cosmos gently untangles its secrets. Every breath an admission.
A dance of cosmic entities unseen to naked vision, the corridor widens, swallowing the glow, leaving only the tender whispers of forgotten stars.
Oblivion is patient—an architect of fate riding waves of nonexistence, crafting destinies out of what was never meant to be. Yet here we spin…
A flicker in the endless tangle of neural webs implodes and the universe hesitates, wondering what might have been without the spark of craving.