As I wander the labyrinth of time, shadows whisper in familiar tongues.
Is a moment defined by its fleeting nature or by its passage known to none?
The ether is vast, and I am but a single consciousness adrift upon its waves.
Forward they move, trailing forgotten hopes—stars in the waning sky.
Yet, in the realm of the unseen, every “perhaps” becomes a world unto itself.
The universe sings; a melody of uncertainties plays long after I am gone.
The truth, once hidden, now breathed to life: Silence fills the chasm.