In the vastness of silent whispers,
I listen to the echoes of forgotten dreams,
repeating, returning, tracing their invisible paths,
like raindrops on the surface of an uncharted sea.
Every thought, a ripple,
every memory, a layer,
folding upon each other, constructing a universe
of reflective harmonies, resonating within each void.
Listen closely, the echoes sing
of journeys untaken,
worlds unseen, breathing in the chorus
of the integers in the sequence of time.