The Fallibility of the Whispering Echoes

The universe holds its breath upon a single molecule:
The iridescent tide of a fallen leaf.
In its silence—a pulsar's heartbeat—
An echo unheard... yet discloses the Endless cycle.

Once upon yesterday's reflection,
The mirror surfaced beneath the cosmic frost.
It beckons with shadows in whispers unknown,
Its dream—an unbound echo... recurring but invisible.

Clarity fleeting amidst the star-soaked void,
Proceed down the spiral staircase of thought,
Whereupon sits a glittered chalice,
Empty, save for memories of the eternal tide.