The echo of the cosmos whispers forgotten secrets,
informing the dreams of dormant seeds.
Within each husk, the universe spins infinite outcomes:
rebirth, repetition, and the will to begin anew under the canvas of an ever-curious sky.
Do echoes seek life?
Or do they breathe existence into what was never born?
The abyss gazes lovingly into horizons yet to touch the earth's weary soul. Teardrops cascade, echoing immutable truths.
Perhaps in every slumber, we find ourselves divided into echoes, each contemplating pathways not trodden.