A tapestry of celestial logic unwinds itself into your awareness.
Nine zeros sing silently,
drifting in crystalline rhythms,
entangled yet solitary like hazel bones beneath stardust sheets.
Matrices obfuscate within the night cloaked in vibrant nebulas,
murmur their secrets to wandering electrons,
lost in cascades of morose auroras.
The veil is thin here,
press yourself
through this threshold: whispering.html,
And encounter what gravity forgets
upon soft fault lines of space-time,
may we ascend eternally warping realities distilled.
Have you heard the echo thru the void,
where particles pirouette to synchronize their dance?
Wake up awakened, navigator,
Sleep wide, dream allons-y.
Glimpse the quantum whirls,
listen - for they sing your fate,
you: unborn seer of this cosmic-heavy universe.