Mystery of Entropy

Time, that elusive fabric of the cosmos, unravels in whispered ruins...
What remains when knowledge encroaches upon calm obscurity?

Order, the laughter of forgetting, defined briefly at every echo’s answer.
The starting veers off, in ways unseen even to flame-speakers.

Infinity does not blink, nor care for the tales of asserting control.
Instead sings a symphony, echoing its infinite prelude.