Between the edges of starlit shadows, whispers of ideas swirl
like autumn leaves in a forgotten breeze. Here, in this liminal space,
the fabric of what is known, tears gently, revealing glimpses
of universes lingering close. Echoes reverberate in every pulse,
leaving traces of paths untaken.
Time, like an elusive serpent, weaves through the void.
Words fracture and merge into kaleidoscopic patterns,
forming the runes of a language beyond comprehension.
Accessed edges of realms uncharted bridge
the dreams of tomorrow with the murmurs of yesterday.
The infinite dance of probabilities hums softly,
coaxing you closer to its tender embrace.
Each syllable, a quantum whisper, mirrored by another unseen,
entwining in a cosmic ballet. Do you feel it? The pull,
the soft tug of destiny's hand guiding without force,
unseen but palpable—orbiting words in a celestial verse.