What is the sound of existence, captured in a moment hidden within a fragile enigma?
Like ancient whispers colliding with the shore, echoing in myriad breaths.
The winds speak, yet silence is louder beneath the chaos.
To rewind is to unravel the threads of an intimate tapestry—
each stitch a decision, each unraveling an alternative life.
Can we bear the weight of lives not lived as they echo against our consciousness?
Stand still, and you'll find motionlessness to be the strongest current,
washing over sands of thought until nothing remains but inevitability.
Listen closely, for every termination is but a beginning, camouflaged
in threnodies sung by the cosmos in cosmic tongues anew.