Behind the veil, down the rabbit hole, there's a door — or is it a corridor? These walls remember the weight of unvoiced queries. Expanding, contracting... Embrace the whispers of particles, they murmur half-truths in the twilight between knowing and not.
Am I here or there? The dream spirals out — nested realities, echoing in and out again. You, an observer and an observed. Flickering truths in the oblique light of intuition melding fear with familiarity.
Breathe. Linger at the precipice. Wings unfold behind thoughts, she's ready to fly into the void. Perceptions slip like grains through time's sieve. Grasp, but understand...
across the voidThe answer echoes back in the reversed clockwork of destiny we don’t know, but intuition guides us through the tangled web crowned by silence.
Shattered reflections, kaleidoscopic revelations. Can imitation breathe? Or is she but a ghost...