Eternal Conundrums

In the twilight echoes of an ancient cosmos, riddles unfurl like celestial petals in the grand tapestry of time, weaving the eternal dance of choice.

The decision tree grows silent leaves, whispering choices known only to the infinite expanse.

Engraved upon the stars:

• A question spiraling within a blackened void, waiting for light — yes or perhaps later.
• Which horizon gives sanctuary to a dream unspoken?
• Do the sands of time choose their own paradox?