in the amber-tinted haze of forgotten epochs, shadows intertwine with light—it’s here, in the cacophony of cosmic carelessness, that truths spin off into the orbits of other worlds.
what lies beneath the surfaces?
the intersection of paths unwandered yet
conjoined by invisible threads, woven through
the softness of space's slumbering confidence.
a portal awaits, concealed, yearning to be
ignited by curious fingers etching their dreams
against the flowing fabric of everything ending and beginning anew.