Whispering through the microcosm.
Time stretches a whispered lie—silent screams in unison.
Looping, repeating, echoing—
The electrons dance a tango of atomic dirt.
This is the endless known, the ever-known not.
A loop like a sigh, an inhale-exhale of a dream.

Forgotten realms,
Remembered fragments:
Dust in the cosmic eye.
Ripples in a glass of infinity.