Within every dream there lies
a fragment of the universe unspooled.
Threads woven from whispers,
divided by a silent scream.
Across the ocean of possibility,
the sand remembers
every tide's final whisper
before the stars guided it home.
The tide whispered secrets, enigma wrapped in ripples
beholding echoes lost between phases.
Intricate pathways to nowhere...
Or perhaps, somewhere still undefined
buried under cascading streams of time.