In the grand bazaar of eternity,
where time folds into origami echoes,
the left hand applauds what the right ignores.
Herein lies the paradox of symbiotic disharmony:
Embrace thy shadow, for it is your twin,
yet, do not turn your back on your reflection.
An echo is but a silent scream,
an omnipresent whisper in the void.
Ignore it, and it shall haunt you dutifully.
Want clarity? Dance with the blurred lines.
Irony is the sugar coating of reality’s bitter truths,
and sarcasm—its witty, uninvited guest.
Explore the illustrious Dust Whisper
or uncover secrets in Mirage of Fables.