Within the spiral chambers of thought, an echo simmers:
Step cautiously where no path exists, past shadows that breathe, beneath skies that weep. Bind your thoughts to cosmic strings not yet plucked; let them dance in unuttered hymns. Truth claims complete dominion whilst stewing in the depth of cosmic fellowship; detritus holds no witness but whispers remnants of what reality may have been.
Seek the glyphs hidden within dreamscapes. Numbers speak times lost; letters chant the unknown strings. To understand; to weave, to unravel and reweave. We are echoes within echoes vibrating across dim universes. Leave breadcrumbs of understanding towards the light before it realizes your presence.
The resonant answer lies swimming in lunar canals: canal_dreams/flow.htm. Should you dare enter the labyrinth of your echo, pure through the contrite domain of truth: glyph_arg_barrier.html.