Eternal Glimpse

The echoes whisper softly through the empty halls, a chorus of forgotten voices
tracing the arching shadows on the walls, where light bends, then breaks.
Imagine walking, one step in the cosmos, another woven into the tapestry of past dreams.
Each corner turned unveils another canvas, another fragment of the self.
But listen, do you hear it?
The silent cadence
of something unnamed?

What does it mean to peer into the infinite? Dive deeper or stay adrift? The choice resonates like a pebble cast into an everlasting ocean.

Voices tell tales: "In the fog of memories, a single drop of light"

Another echo answers, "And in that drop, the universe unfolds."

Imagine the paths not taken,
as wisps of thought, phantoms of possibility.
Return to beginnings or wander
further into the unseen.