Upon the cosmic shore, where waves ripple in timeless dance,
distant echoes whisper of forgotten dances.
Our footprints, radiant and curiously strange, trace patterns in the grains of stardust.
Each step, a ripple through the fabric of what's meant to be,
each grain a brush stroke on a mad muse's canvas,
capturing the paradoxes of space and the relentless song of time.
Breathe, as the black tides of infinity draw close,
surging back with the residual warmth of dark energy,
a lullaby sung in the tone of a cosmic embrace.
The universe dances, a ballet of quantum pirouettes,
a singularity of moments colliding in an orchestra of silence,
and we, humble voyagers, wade into the ocean of relativity.