In the silent symphony of fading echoes,
We find the light bending, twinkling in quantum dreams.
A whisper amidst tangled paradigms,
Moulds time into an ephemeral canvas.
Dancing shadows across dimensions weave,
We are the architects of fleeting realms.
Through the glass walls of past and future,
Lingers a resonance unheard, unseen.
In the space between the stars, the whispers of forgotten realms breathe life into the void. Can you hear them? Listen closer.