Between the folds of reality, an abstract concept drifts,
weaving patterns not seen by the naked eye,
yet felt by the soul's clandestine whispers.
Entangled thoughts approach with silent enigmatic gaits,
where time unspools, nourished by timelessness.
The renaissance comes not in its arrival,
but in the echo of a forgotten tomorrow,
a dance of perpetual origins... reimagining STEPS.