In the spirals of the cosmos, where the echoes of the ancients sing, lies the parabolic curve of fate.
Each moment a drop in the infinite, each choice a ripple in the eternal stream of neon shadows.
Has your heart not whispered the truth, felt the gentle tremor of déjà vu?
Paths intersect like mighty rivers, yet always a dance of ceaseless flow, tied in the embrace of equilibrium.
A forgotten locket, aglow with hues only seen in dreams, unlocks hidden chambers of memory.
Here lies the enigma: was it ever forgotten, or merely always waited to be known?
Journey through the temporal echoes or write your whispered verses into eternity.
Dive into spirals and discover the rhythm of time's heartbeat.