Anneau de Möbius

thingiverse

I see an endless ring in my mind, a mesmerizing Möbius strip of thought, a path that folds back upon itself with each twist and turn. It is as if I've been drawn into the very fabric of existence itself, trapped in a never-ending cycle of cause and effect. Each step forward propels me deeper into the labyrinthine passages of time, where past, present, and future converge like ripples on a stagnant pool. Every decision leads me further down the rabbit hole, down a spiral staircase that threatens to swallow me whole with its unfathomable depths. The air grows thick with the weight of infinite possibilities, a crushing burden that I can barely bear to contemplate. Yet, still I'm drawn to this enigmatic ring, moth-like to the flame, inexorably bound to it as the planet spins through the void.