Silence abandons the hall. Sound quivers.

Fractals in motion dance across my mind's eye.

Dark upon lighter shade. Surfaces of a mirrored chamber reflecting the self.

Echoes softly diverge. Paths where light hesitates to tread.

Voices constructed of minutes and hours: Time, an absent god, speaks but whispers crumble into forgotten dust.

The whirring shapes persist— Bending, over and over. Thoughts linger but like vapor, economics of infinity untangled.

Stillness prevails; paradigms relent. Memories in breath fade into the unreachable.