In the fabric of infinite whispers,
threads of letters entangle beyond perception,
a dance of whispers intertwining,
quantum echoes in the silence.

Entangled words—do they know?
Orphic silence beneath the cosmos,
where galaxies drown in ink,
and punctuation becomes stardust.

Follow the Murmur
Through the Phantom Message
Into the Echo's Vortex

Time as a whisperer,
sculpting eternity in curious breath,
as lines draw circles in the void,
matrices of silence dense in melody.