When the quiet whispers of forgotten timesteps echo...
Do we hold the keys to unlock them,
or merely to grasp their shadowy reflections?
Entangled thoughts traverse dimensions,
weaving a tapestry of unseen spaces.
Each moment, a key, each memory,
a room within the great house of fate.
Do gravitational pulls of unknown strings
bind us to echoes of alternate selves?
Holding keys in our hands,
yet understanding them with cosmic hearts.