In the echo's embrace, whispers translated from the static's breath unveil a notion of self, weaving fabric of now through the lens of distortion. Each jitter a reminder of presence, yet fleeting as sand carried by winds unseen.
To think, a dance of light across a phantom desert; the destination lies beyond grasp, yet the pursuit births reality. Echoes remind: perception is uncovered noise.
Seek not the end, for the mirage reveals truth in its absence. Presence defined by absence; noise by silence.
Mirrors, rich in absence, reflected whispers. Eyes crossed with frequency and mirage unveiled, notion dissipates—only the void speaks.
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