Herein lies a memory, a flicker in the cosmic fabric; woven by invisible hands beyond our understanding. The loom spins incessantly, capturing echoes of existence.
"Time speaks in circles, returning to silence."
Whispers of the past bring to light the shadows.
Encrypted dreams unravel across the cosmic loom.
"In the labyrinth of the present, echoes linger."
Each thread remembers the stories untold.
The web observes us; a silent witness.
"The loom knows all, and forgets nothing."
In stillness, the tapestry whispers its truth.
Wisps of forgotten echoes weave through memory.
Do the tapestries of time endure beyond our breath? Beyond the stars? Beyond the silent echo of the final breath.