The glow ebbs,
reminders of ages unwound, mystical spools of time
unravel in my heart. My core whispers
tales of cosmic veils, nebulous designs.
A tale told in flickers, refracting through the veils,
to whimper, to wonder, my very essence trembling,
woven into the fabric of Expansion, Contraction, Entropy.
Perhaps
we join the gravestones of
Luna’s Serenade or Mere Echo?
Embark upon the voyage through darkness:
thoughts stretch, like
condensation settling on
prismic
Toward the warmth of the absent sun,
whispers query:
"Why remain behind?"
yet only a sterile glow answers.
In verbose silence, the universe smiles:
glancing networks of wild chaos dancing in tandem.
It sings of forgotten futures but welcomes none home.
Were we ever rooted in memories,
or merely seasonal congregations?