Whispers of the Infinite

In the labyrinth of cosmic whispers,
dimensions fold into themselves—
a sleepwalker dreaming of sunlight.

Does the universe remember its own beginning,
or has it spun these memories anew,
like threads in a spider's silent web?

Through the portals of perception,
we chase shadows cast by our own
radiant, uncatchable essence.

Gaze into the circle of time,
where yesterday dances with
the unborn tomorrows.