In a world adrift on the canvas of eternity,
Where whispers coalesce in lenses of prism,
The lone observer traces paths in liquid silence.
Bound by nothing, the soul reaches, unfurling threads of memory.
Colliding realms imprint nameless skies,
Radiating energies in quiet cascades,
Here, where no sun sets nor rises,
Lies the womb of infinitesimal beginnings.
Reality shrinks into itself, fractured and whole.
Solitude hums vibratos indistinct,
A symphony bereft of an orchestra,
Each note a solitary journey, a loop in time's tapestry.
Seek the singularity,
Not in quest,
but in surrender.
Return through echoes, step into the lightlessness of confinement.
Perhaps the universe remembers,
Differences unseen
In the embrace of each lost sylph.
Existence, a waxen gentle fire.