There exists a space, devoid of light, where perception emerges as a flickering spark. Within these folds lies potentiality, a witness to its own reflection.
To Watch is to Witness: An incessant loop of observation. Our observations become archeological sites of our thoughts.
Enter the MurmurIn a hollow chamber, the sound of knowledge reverberates, never reaching an end. It is both objective and subjective, an echo in search of its source.
Let's question, shall we? The Seeds of Inquiry
The act of watching transcends, folding into an endless recursion. Are we watchers, or perhaps, watchful of the watchful eyes themselves?
Echoes in Reflection