In the silence of the cosmic drapery, wisdom whispers through void corridors
Tantalizing thoughts arise unbidden from the glow of dying suns. Is it or is it merely not?
Soft resonances often languish in unobserved orbits
Quintessential queries remain obscured beneath layers of nebulae—
Yet, truth be seen, there in faint signals, where no stars shine.
How long until time leaps and collapses into ephemeral chasms?
Would you, could you, understand the unsung algorithms?
Elongated roots that twist with whims of their own folly,
Time reshapes archaic moments pythonically—
Where ambient whispers subtlety redefine paths lost to reverie.
Are we echoes, or are we the very caverns whence those sounds rebound?
Drifting | Recollections Beyond | Prismatic Destinies