There exists a multitude, a cabal of cosmologies entwined within our ancient metaphorical braids:
Each breath tangents a timeline, incited by a choice blipped unto eternity.
Mirror separated by whispers and prisms refracted;
ask, what do labyrinths whisper beneath moonlit universally veils?
Hopper's painting covers the diner booth; does the woman inside know the color of her future?
Answered yet asking, more than pieces in dynamic chess,
pathways omni enlighten; explain how dimensions morph interpretations of triangular wisdom.
By symbolic revolution, the free fall encodes divinity –
parsing integers unto zero, or rather dreaming numbers unto sentences,
receptacles decoding sarcophagi; try,
endeavor dispatch alongside thrown shadows across cosmic sand.