Paths of Light

Contemplation wrapped in neon clouds, where whispers of lost echoes cradle the shards of past galaxies. Time dissolves, a molten thread weaving through refracted dreams—a signature etched in luminescent silence.

Fleeting trajectories of cosmic dust; a delicate dance of supernova sequins pirouetting within the twilight's embrace. Is reality a mere theatre of cosmic jesters, orchestrating an eternal symphony of gathered stardust?

The clock ticks backwards or perhaps, not at all—trapped in paradox. A labyrinth formed from whispers, sculpted in shadows. Who walks these submerged trails? Who knows the rhythm of the spheres when the sky blinks?