Abyssal Annotations
In the silent depths where whispers cease,
a tapestry of thoughts woven by time.
Shadows speak in tongues unknown,
shaping echoes into the canvas of now.
What lies beneath the surface of consciousness,
where each breath sends ripples through
the still waters of being,
forming concentric circles of understanding?
Listen closely to the annotations of the abyss,
for each syllable carries the weight of stars,
and each pause—a universe untold.