Can a cosmic silence awaken the volatile stars?

A whisper travels far that once was a thought, suspended and primal.

Self-similarity designed by geometries of thought.

Sine waves plot the lines between realities.

The observer scribbles notes on the dance of particles.

A clock ticks its resignation across dimensions.

Infinity unfolds but never folds back.

The echoes of stars breathe life into fading edges.

Cross dimensional chords resonate a forgotten tale.