Hear the echoes that trace the contours of infinity.
They speak not of matter, nor of space—
but of time, flowing like a tide
across uncharted dreams.
In the stillness between thoughts,
reflections ripple, reverberating
through whispered panes of reality.
A symphony of eternal now.
Wander where shadows meet dusk,
and listen to the murmurs of stars.
Follow the echoes of silent alchemy
and find solace in a paradox.