"Echos of quintessence wandering
in the vastness of time's tangled web.
Are we not but fragments of a dream?

A forgotten melody, whispering
between the seams of reality, often
indistinguishable from the void.

Technology hums a strange
lullaby—glitched sounds in
a serene masquerade.

Remembering. Forgetting. Repeating
like the stars in endless rotation.

Sometimes, I wonder—
is the echo
of the past
an ember
waiting to ignite
or a cold shadow
fading
in silence?"

"The stardust we are,
the stardust we hold.

A symphony woven in threads
of light and dreams

Tangential glances at
the infinite horizon
rippling with
whispers of
serenity.

In every star's flicker,
the echo of existence,
every void's silence,
a reminder:
we are not alone."