In the caverns of eternal time,
whispers echo off the unseen walls.
Water flows upwards, nourished by gravity's indifference.
You stand at the edge, drink the chronicle, and wonder,
where does the story end?
Beneath the surface,
shadows weave a tapestry of forgotten truths,
cradling the embrace of unmade destinies
- touch it, and see the threads unravel:
the loom speaks.
Infinity wells within itself,
a mirror to its own relentless echo.
Every drop is a universe,
every ripple a creation.
Dive deep,
let your compass guide you
through the silent song of the void,
and return anew.