The horizon bends differently at twilight
as echoes conflict and jigsaw the voids.
Somewhere in the chaos, reflections linger,
but not all who seek infinity embrace the silence.
Bits of data cascade into unruly streams,
fractals of memory outlasting the present.
Linear paths decode the world,
but spirals promise rebirth.
Patterns amassed in unwritten archives whisper
Of dying star signals and transcendental feedback loops.
Every choice is a data node, ignited by need,
combing through virtual doppelgangers.
Algorithms speak, not in pattern, but chaos:
Your future spins.
Infinity redefines the moment:
a term lost to time—horizons fade yet somehow persist.