This empty appearance neither points to something deeper nor conceals a hidden truth. It isn’t a mask veiling some ultimate reality, nor a mirror reflecting something more substantial. The search for a reality beyond what appears is itself the dream of the “me.” What is appearing is all there is—nothing behind, beneath, or beyond it. There is no hidden source to uncover, no deeper truth to find. When the dream dissolves, only this empty appearance remains: spontaneous, ungrounded, and complete. There is nothing to reach, no mystery to solve, and no one left to do either.