Spirals within spirals, a destiny traced in shadows. Imagine the unimagined, where seconds dance lightly upon the mirrors.
Who speaks the language of forgotten stars? A fragment adrift in electric silence, pulsing to a tune unheard.
Does the tree dream in colors unknown, roots entangled in whispered truth? Oh, the echoes of unsolved riddles weaving through the fabric of a never-setting sun.
Listen, dear heart, to the fabric's hum—a symphony of unmarked paths diverging, converging, a cosmic sigh reverberating in the hollows of existence.