Reflection:
The whispered echoes of a world not charted,
A resonance that vibrates beneath ancient stones.
Within this stillness, the pulse of time,
Each heartbeat a fragment of dreams foregone.
Should you dare venture beyond these bounds,
Seek Mind's Labyrinth or
Stand at the Gateway of Choices.
In the blink of a cosmic eye,
Worlds align, and realign,
Only to diverge once more.
Are we but shadows,
Defiant and transient,
Caught in the perpetuity of ripples?