The Infinite Puzzle Box

"What sleeps ever, whispers never, devours the dawn with uncanny lull?"

Shafts of solar whispers weave through colonnades of metaphysical breadcrumbs,
Casting shadows upon shadows—eternal eternities unfold.
Fragments of the infinite puzzle,
Each piece a parable spun awry, lost in its own enigma.

Do you recall the upside-down clocks that ripple time within seas of ink?
A ride upon a snail's unhurried arc: swift thoughts pirouetting on molasses heavens.
Knock thrice upon the doorless remembrance chamber, and listen to the echoes
That sing of mirrors within mirrors, tangled with threads of self-forgetting.

"When does the night's symphony find its crescendo in sapphire whispers?"

Journey to realms where equations untangle past cosmic weave,
Prophecy amalgamated with pulsating queries—
Paths that are routes not taken, roads of abstract parables unspoken.

To the Abyss
Return of the Puzzle
The Gravity of Time