The universe, a tapestry, woven in the quiet moments.
"In whispers soft, the truth does hide, beneath the leaves where shadows bide..."
Consider the strands unseen, binding hearts through time's gentle touch. Are we not all puppets to a master unknown?
"The winds shall carry, secrets old, a tale of ties, of tales untold..."
Each decision, a stitch in the grand design, echoes in eternity's cavernous embrace.
Trace the patterns