In the grand lattice behind your forehead where synapses play shadows and light,
the paths merge like rivers under a million stars. Feel it, the breath of the ocean
painted in electric signals, humming white and blue as it curls around fading memories.
Chasing spiders under the fading sun, listening for whispers within the echo chambers
of seashell dreams turned upside down. Time is the enemy until it isn't anymore,
when particles remember their dance along gravity's gentle hand. Chess games with turtles
on a clockwork beach where every grain of sand tells a different secret.