Like a ripple, existence reaches and recedes.
Within the quantum depths of night, conscience scintillates.
If thought is a wave, what shores does it loom upon?
Stepping beyond the silhouette's edge,
the memory echoes a forgotten realm,
where light and time were intimate strangers.
Cosmic bodies cast shadows upon invisible corridors,
where every whisper shapes eternity.
Listen—an unseen wave unfolds the universe.