In the spins of ephemeral luminescence, we find forgotten echoes of self. Does the light dance to the rhythm of your soul, or does it lead you down the spirals of your own making?
"Perhaps gravity is just a whispering force, trying to hold the universe's breath," she pondered.
As the particles drifted, unseen words formed in the silence around them, each more weightless than the last, yet grounding in their truth.