The universe speaks not in words but in echoes,
endless murmurs that ripple across the void.
What universe resides within a whisper,
a thought folded upon itself in the twilight?
Consider the shadow of a dream,
cast upon the ground of reality,
fleeting as the dawn's first light.
Does it whisper truths or simply wish to be?
A secret is a echo of an echo...
The tides of thought pull and recede,
revealing the sands of reflection beneath.
Are we the questioners or merely the questioned?
A truth is but a shadow of a greater mystery.
Beneath the surface, lies a deeper murmur,
a cosmic symphony played in the key of silence.
Enter the corridors of thought,
where time bends and reason falters.
Beyond the veil, the soul finds its echo
in the rhythm of stars and the whisper of winds.
Seek not the end, for there lies a mirror,
reflecting not what is, but what could be.
Speak to the mysteries of existence,
let them unravel in the murmur of time.
Embrace the echo, linger in the murmur,
for in the quietude, the cosmos speaks.
Silence is its own reverberation.