Upon the wall of time, shadows cast
by the tremors of silent whispers,
unseen forces crafting futures,
lost echoes shape destinies.
Philosophy bleeds
from the wounds of observation,
each act a signal,
reverberating in the quiet canvas
of the unspoken cosmos.
What is a thought without voice,
sprawling across the universe
in search of ears
brave enough to listen?
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In the realm of echoes,
a symphony
of invisible choice,
carving myths out of truth
vis-à-vis our knitted realities.