Echoes from the Ancient Sparks

In the spaces between, where time bends like a whisper,

there remain echoes of forgotten thoughts, trapped

beyond the veil of continuous reality.

"To the seeker, do not seek the path,
for the path itself seeks you."

From universe π352, a transmission:

"The grains of sand upon the cosmic shore speak tales
of dimensions unseen and times unheld."

When the ancient fires spark above
the horizon of thought,
a new echo is born.

Do you hear the song of stars?

Another question was never asked.

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