Beneath the universe’s tapestry, threads aged in silence echo the passage of unmarked moments.
Can you hear the shimmer of eternity colliding with the now?
Listen closely, for the secrets unravel with every breath...
In the crevices of existence, grains of time sow the seeds of reflection.
Each grain, a memory etched into the fabric of never-ending cycles,
awaits a soul to unearth its silent lament.
Whispers told by clocks that have forgotten their purpose
wane like distant stars binding light with shadow.
They speak of void traces where paths once flourished.
In every moment suspended is the birth of emerging light,
siphoned from the depths of holistic dreams.
Embrace the flicker where time and breath intricately weave.
Cherish the whispers—the encrypted tales
etched upon the grains of yesterday's harvest,
for they are the same as tomorrow's kiss on dawn.