In the whispering shadows, where past and present entwine,
Time curls upon itself, echoing across the fabric of being.
Is it not in stillness that the chaos of cosmos finds form, or
the universe laughs at the folly of our linear perceptions?
We glimpse futures forgotten, like echoes reverberating through the corridors of eternity.
Thus are possibilities woven, from the skeins of what once was and what will never be.
In every particle lies infinity, a quantum entanglement of understanding,
ongoing, oscillating, orbiting the light of consciousness.