A lone whisper resonates through void.
Particles dance in synchrony; they remember, yet forget.

Eyes opened to the horizon,
beyond colors unseen, echoes felt.

Patterns emerge,
only to dissolve, grasping hands—no, grasping shadows.

Familiar echoes reverberate in the silence.

A forgotten settlement flickers,
transparency betrays the past gentle embrace of their forgotten songs.

The quantum tapestry weaves seamlessly
endings as false as origins.