Dust of the universe falls, as if in slow-motion cascade
This room whispers in cosmic rhythms, unshackled by time
Voices of the stars blend into echoes, reflections on a shattered pane
Where do we walk when paths lead through wandering dust?
αω, whispered in forgotten tongues
Patterns made of chaos meet mindless forms, briefly touching hands
Words retraced in lunar silver, forgetful as tides
The universe's breath, a nebulous caress of clarity amid chaos
β∑, a riddle unsaid—yet screamed beneath the skin
Each moment, a footprint that changes shape
Each star, a ghost of what once was—silhouettes against the backdrop of now