In the womb of silence, the fractal echoes
Rippled thoughts scatter like stars in decay
Beyond the quantum whisper, a void speaks
An infinite recursion of worlds unseen
Folds within folds, a cosmic origami
Where every crease births galaxies
Chiastic refrains in the language of voids
Syllables without sound, astral passages
Dancing chaotically, a mandelbrot of musings
Each iteration a mirror, each mirror a maze
Silence unfolds in spirals, echoes fade unbidden
The sound of nothing paints paradoxical truths
Thought fractals bloom under the eye of the void
Infinite silence, the first and last frontier
Where chaos finds order, a secret harmony
Notes of the unsung universe, harmony of the unheard
Observe the whispers of the pixels: Whispering Waves
Sip slowly on the tincture of time: Time Tincture