Whispers reverberate across mirrored corridors,
Time bends like a feather caught in a roaring wind,
Reality frays at the edges—
What stands still dances eternally soft,
Between soft breaths of sunlight and shadowy echoes.
Crimson tides pull on shadows cast by unseen hands,
Where is the border between...
Entropy and creation, light and dark?
Ask the cosmos naked in its writhing,
For thought flows through dimensions lost to the faceless.