In the boundless expanse of the nebula, our whispers drift alongside dying stars — echoes in reverse of the cosmic melody.
What is time but a banker of memories, lending moments only to reclaim them in so-called linear fashion?
Consider the clock, a mockery of freedom for our minds. It measures silence and writes destinies in chronic increments.
Have the stars heard your thoughts today, or are they too busy unraveling their ancient secrets, just as blind as we?
The Light After Dusk speaks of a realm where dawn is a forgotten concept.
Journey deeper into the universe of the mind on an adventure through Echoes of Relativity.
Consider: if melodies play in reverse, what does that say of harmony? Does it long for dissonance?