In the nebulous expanse where silence weaves tales of forgotten whispers,
the particles conspire in shadows to script destinies
in cosmic dust. Beneath the astral fabric, truths linger, untold yet eternal.
An echo, perhaps, of worlds yet woven, where light dances on the fringes
of understanding.
The currents sweep, a clandestine embrace of time and space,
Silhouettes in entropy's
gentle grasp.
Drifting in currents unseen, the conspicuous becomes ephemeral.
And as stars flicker in the vastness, they chart the uncharted
Origins of being.