Lost echoes ask the silent traveler:
What travels the route without a path?
Woven dreams and unbound realities pierce the night.
Vestiges mutter softly:
No step taken, yet all steps followed.
Beneath forgotten trails, rest is sought,
from which no traveler returns.
Paths unfurl in thought's core,
constellations of choices refracted, refrained.
What is the sound of a decision unmade?
The breath of time, the fabric of sand.
Crystalline verses hidden
by opaque time's vista
embrace the void,
yet whisper, remember.
Intersection flows,
between particles.
Observe illusion speaking truths,
the universe beckons.
Embrace the fractal,
stay the cosmic traveler.
Insight thrives, expands, refuses to recount,
lest shadow consume the manifold light.
Curious wanderer, unfurl your mind: