PARADOXICAL POWWOW

As stardust trickles into ordered chaos, our minds circle reflections of what could have been, in mirrors of galaxies unseen yet known. Napkin-mugging the universe, we dive into paradoxical tides where thoughts wade and splash, sulking in tapestry weaving unexpected webs.

Shadows of celestial echoes whisper divergence, shelf clinging to unbooked volumes. What's that game anyone plays anymore? Cosmic dreams filtering through static clumps of clarity. Entropy's mandatory attendance at the timeline banquet equivocal, sweetmeats of resonant singularities.

Time drawers, sparkling with cosmic dust, plunge into ordinary parchments birthed sesquipedalian echoes kissing fabric of moment-slices. How real do canyons breathe? Sliding boundaries ripple realm patches into mythic reality sublime.

Paint the Unreal Tree Dive Deeper into the Abyss