An eternity wrapped in velvet silence, the echoes unravel in splintered constellations.
Moments cascade like hard rain on fragile moments.
Listen— the whispers speak in tongues of ancient waves.
Quantum shadows dance on the edge of reason,
dissolving through whispers like the sand through enneedle's eye.
A chorus of echoes, too voluminous to comprehend.
Look beyond, under layers of transient luminescence.
When did time pause {encrypted} -- to reflect its own reflection?