The alchemy of symbiosis whispers,
through corridors crafted of whispers.
Shadows, silent in their apparent absoluteness,
embrace every fragmented flicker of light.
In the language of silent echoes,
converse the elements invisible—
binding roots beneath an unseen tapestry,
woven of sighs, forgotten by time’s own clock.
Existence blooms—a paradox prevails.
Dual breaths of life exhale,
syncing the pulse of shadows and light;
a dance eternal, incomplete yet whole.
Seek the enzyme beneath the skin,
the rhythm within the cosmic void,
threads intertwining sense with non-sense.