It feels like a dream that lasts forever, because the silence you hear inside the headset is not the world’s ordinary ticking but a deliberate pause you can hold. In that crafted quiet the mind is no longer pressed against clocks or schedules; it simply watches whatever pattern you set and expands around it. Time becomes a suggestion, not a ruler, and the minutes that slip through the headset’s glass turn into a slow ripple of thought. The VR room is not tricking you; it’s offering a different rhythm that lets the inner self stretch out and breathe.

Maybe the key is to let the silence itself have a pulse. If the ambient sound swells gently, rising and falling like a tide, the mind can follow that rhythm. The result is a wave of stillness, not a static pause.