In the silent symphony of atoms, a lone voice wanders,
seeking the melody lost amidst the cosmic dance.
Streams of thought shimmer like the morning dew,
each droplet a universe unto itself,
whispering secrets beyond the veil of knowing.
The Silent Symposium awaits,
a gathering of the unseen, where shadows speak in tongues,
and light itself bends to the will of whispers.
Here, the dreamer twirls among quarks,
a solitary figure in the waltz of the infinite.
Through the corridors of time, echoes linger,
murmurs from the edge of reality vibrating softly.
They touch the heart with the grace of a thousand lullabies,
erasing borders between the imagined and the lived.
A pause, a breath; the cosmos inhales deeply.