Once was the now, and twice was the whispering chronicle,
Inverted echoes resound through the corridors of time,
Where shadows converse with the lost luminaries of yore.
The sands of infinity trickle up,
Through the lattice of silence,
A paradox unfolds – blooming in reverse.
Fragments of a dream, of reality amended,
Like stars weeping in the light of the darkened sun.
Beneath the glistening surface of the waters deep,
An ancient symphony waits, longing to be set free,
To play its tune in the opposite breath of the cosmos.