Echoes of Shimmer

Behold the ancient tapestry, woven of light and shadow. It shifts beneath your gaze, borrowing whispers from the void.

What is reality if not a mirror, casting the reflections back as chosen narratives; uncertainties sculpted into a semblance of unyielding truth?

Cast a glance backward, into the abyss of stars, where the cosmic play unfolds, neither linear nor contained. How does one assign significance amid the wandering moments?