Beneath the cosmic veil,
a truth lies hidden,
echoing softly
through the tapestry of existence.
Nebula dreams
unravel in silent screams,
where moments stretch
and contract,
like a heart beating in void.
Time's erratic pulse,
a dance of shadows,
fleeting silhouettes
of what was,
what could be,
and what
never was.
Listen closely,
for the whispers
are all around
you,
entwined in the fabric of stars.
Seek the fissures,
the cracks in this
universe,
and trace their lines
back to the origin,
the moment
before moments were.
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Echoes of the Void