Mosaic Trails

In the garden of quantum whispers,
where syllables collide with stars,
there lies a path woven from echoes.
Each step a note in the universe's song,
sung by the fabric of time itself.

Beyond the horizon of thought,
twilight stitches the seams of reality,
unraveling dreams lost in the folds.

A silent symphony plays on the edges
of nothingness, where everything
is quietly entangled, waiting.

In the tapestry of cosmic dust,
a single word blossoms, refracting
the light of a million memories.

The moon whispers secrets to the trees,
their leaves a mosaic of forgotten paths,
tracing the trails of wandering stars.

Here, in the cradle of silence,
thoughts drift like leaves on a stream,
carried by the current of time.

And so we walk, barefoot on stardust,
every step a quantum leap,
every breath a new beginning.