Once, in the silence stitched between breaths, lay the essence of absence—unfathomable, yet familiar. A world without echo, spinning in the gravity of its own unspoken truths. It was here that the whispers of something greater began their clandestine symphony.
In the void, time folded upon itself like a hesitant origami. Each fold a moment, each crease a story untold. The inhabitants of this realm were paradoxes incarnate, emanating light from shadows and redefining existence in terms of the nonexistent.
A figure stepped forward, cloaked in the mantle of the forsaken yet radiant. Its presence was an invitation and a farewell, a promise and an enigma.
Beneath the surface of abysses inwardly gazing, the heart of the void beat a silent rhythm. These rhythms taught that to embrace the unseen was to dance with the unseen partner, intertwining fates of the seen and the unseen, the manifested and the unmanifested.
Echoes of mantras chanted by the ancients reverberated, casting ripples across the fabric of eternity, each mantra a symphony of absence.