The enigma of existence blends paths yet untold
Entwined forces amalgamate across a boundless sky,
A shroud of silence envelopes the echoes of fractured realities,
Each moment distinct yet intimately coalesced.
Amidst the flickering shadows, a specter dances
Whispers coil, twisting through dimensions—
Mangled voices align like constellations scheme,
Defying the measured form of apparent truth.
Quantum breath ignites beneath the veil,
Fleeting glimpses of worlds caught in mid-transition—
"...and then the unintended sun stole the night's purpose"
(fragments of language lost in the ether).
Threads woven by cosmic hands revealing fate's decree,
Are we architects, or are we mere subconsciously puppeteered dreamers?
Each syllable a celestial bead strung on invisible strings,
And time—an illusion dancing upon our fingertips.