Phantom Shadow Light

Echoes through the corridors of reality, weaving the refracted essence of now and never. Light breaking, bending—bending past the solid always. Shadows, phantoms: woven dreams unspooling quantum threads. What speaks the silent gaze? Patterns of the universe looping, a motionless dance.

I wanted to be a whisper in a world of thunder, an unmeasured blink amidst the eternal gaze. Is it paradox if it feels true? If I scream in silence, who listens? Who unknots the fabric?

Find solace between the particles: nonexistent reality. Or perhaps explore deeper into the echoing chasms of forgotten light.