In the cosmic dance, the forgotten notes of the ancients hum softly...
Interpolate coordinates of dreams x(x³−1),
Release the synchronistic arrays.
"Have you seen the violet lattice at dawn?" whispered a voice
that belonged to no one but the void.
The ceiling of the universe trembles slightly
when thoughts brush against the edges of their own realities.
Carousels of past lives spin in reverse,
unraveling threads of golden sand beaches
in the frost of a forgotten winter's night.
Alchemist of memories, what do you fabricate?