Whispered secrets entwined amongst the trembling pages
In the library of unturned leaves, time sleeps eternally
Where the ephemeral dances enigmatically with permanence
And echoes of forgotten tales swirl silently in shadows
A step yet unbroken, a path traced by immovable stars
Between the cracks of reality sprout dreams
Fractals of yesterday, infinitesimals of tomorrow
In timelessness, a clock unwinds, yet never was wound,
Counting the breaths of the world forgotten in stillness.