Beneath the azure veil, where silence sings,
In the cradle of dreaming waters, the currents twist.
Life burgeons in rhythm, here whispers cradle thoughts,
In the abyss of existence, forgets are woven.
A tiny force, the paradox impulse;
Breath of chaos and gentle resolve,
Encosel by choice yet never by grasp.
And with each arc of journey, a world awakens anew.
Engage with the Circles | Fragment of Time Beckons
In the spinning depths, fret not, little seeker;
For every wheel visits, its path cradled by kind fate.
Above the torrents lie starlit paths and infinite tied dreams.