In the silence that predated sound,
echo brims, boundaries blur like dreams
woven in quantum threads of thought,
each word a lost constellation.
Shadows cast by voices unheard
slip between the cracks of time's walls,
here, where the corridor bends,
the hollow echo softly sings.
Astral whispers ride the tremor of light,
harmonizing with the pulse of nothingness,
a symphony of the absent
dances in entropy’s embrace.
Click the doors to infinity:
Resonant Chamber or
Luminous Dreams.
Or perhaps wander further into the Truth Folds.