In the cadence of existence, between two whispers, lies the universe's sigh. Every heartbeat a step, wandering yet rooted, discovering yet concealed.
Phantasmal echoes reveal truths shrouded in the mist of mind’s eye, Not every shadow desires light; some cling to the obscurity of the known.
The ephemeris charts not the stars but the spaces between breaths, For it is in these voids we find eternity's clandestine embrace.
Reflection ponders, a curious traveler, on the journey of whispers, In each syllable, a cosmos; in each silence, a rebirth.