In the vestiges of a forgotten temporal expanse, one finds the echo of existence —
we are currents of an interstellar breeze, fragments forgotten in an ancient divine narrative.
The journey from dust to stardust is neither linear nor cyclical; it forms a fractal in cosmic dance.
Do these atoms remember the stars from whence they hailed? Perhaps they whisper through galaxies your name.
Envision a future unremembered, with humanity as the fleeting authors of starlit relics.
Reflect upon these illusory conversations with the universe,
where every nebula unfurls indiscriminately across the canvas of emptiness.
Stretching through time, we dissolve into the vast complexity of forgotten dreams.
Explore the forgotten melodies whispering through
the particle-laden eddies of potentiality. Did you ever hear their silent resonation?
Perchance each particle sings a dirge, a lament for the transient being.