I listen to the stories woven in the silence between stars. A celestial dialogue, absurd in its amplitude, yet anchored by breath held by nothing. Could consciousness entwine with this void, or will it remain as subtle as shadows? The cosmic quilt shivers at such thoughts, a mirror not reflecting, but confounding. Origin of Fractals
Vanishing into echoes,
where silence holds dominion.
Is there reason,
behind reason's fallacy?
Cosmic absurdity sails
upon isolated reflections.
In distances unfathomable, galaxies play their hidden roles – all actors in the theatre of gravity and will. Aiming for time, yet caught in meteoric introspection, what legacy treads silently across this forgotten expanse? We are naught but the error, in a divine equation.
As I ponder, tread carefully: Sparkling Reflections, the stars whisper.