Have the mountains learned to whisper, even when the valleys sing? (an echo's lonely question)

In the silent echoes of eternity, truth bends before the indifference of the stars.

Pause, and let the rhythm of the cosmos unfold its erratic pulses upon your consciousness.

Let the river of thoughts flow; its banks may crumble but the water knows no destination.

What remains when the sands of time forget their shape? (a question left unasked)

In every crack of reality lies a universe waiting to be rediscovered by the whispers of dreams.

The light of dawn, relentless, dances upon the fabric of twilight, weaving new tales from old shadows.

With each heartbeat, a new world is born, only to die in the embrace of its own pulse.

Climb the invisible stairs of oblivion, and witness the rise of forgotten suns.

Every sigh of the universe is a symphony in disguise, waiting for an errant thought to compose its opus.