In the neon whispers of midnight highways,
truth fractures into a kaleidoscope of lies.
do you see the threads, woven carefully,
by hands long forgotten?
The pause that consumes existence.

Mirrored pools of yesterday's tomorrow,
reflections that are never what they seem.
The chronicle sings, a dirge of dissonance,
each note a shard of cosmic fate.

Are you part of the plan, or merely its shadow?
The architect gazes from a hidden spire,
orchestrating destinies in silent symphony.

Unraveled Threads
A Witness in the Void