The silence speaks in tongues unseen, a language only time understands. Can you hear its echo?
As the stars whisper the ancient truths, one wonders: does eternity hold a memory? In the spirals of galaxies, where time bends and folds upon itself, we find reflections of moments untouched by light.
The glass of reality distorts the gaze, revealing not what is, but what could be, if only the questions weren't so tangled in the fabric of existence.
Time, a river with no banks, flows unperturbed by the stones of sedimentary thoughts. Caught in its current, do we drift or do we row against the tide? Only the river knows.
The Oaths We Forget | Cascade of Reflections