Look closer, deeper, into the glimmering void.
Do you see her? The silhouette of forgotten yesterdays,
drifting through the cacophony of shifting hues.

The echoes of stories untold,
told once only to listen to their own echo,
now languidly poured into the wandering dusk.

Whisper your name among the folds of time,
where the spirals within spirals know
the secrets not meant for whispering.