Whispering echoes of forgotten stars...
In the stillness of this cosmic tavern,
time bends like the fleeting aroma of ancient brew,
sighing with the taste of nostalgia wrapped in stardust.
Signals flicker on the edge of perception,
a disjointed symphony from the void
where memories of galaxies past
intersect with the present's quiet pulse.
Listen carefully, traveler.
The universe speaks in cryptic verses,
a language woven of light and shadow,
waiting for a mind brave enough to comprehend.
Yesterday’s tomorrow becomes today’s enigma.
Where to now, you ask?
Perhaps the hidden well
or maybe the curious quantum trees.