Threads of Destiny

the clock strikes beyond the horizon, where memories blend
with shadows of a forgotten tomorrow. listen, the rustling
whispers breathe in patterns unseen. destiny unfurls in
chaotic harmony as silken strands intertwine with ether.

beneath the surface, where existence holds its breath,
lies a tapestry of dreams woven by hands unseen. hands
that whisper the secrets of what might have been, or
what is yet to come. echoing softly, the threads call.

realms intertwined, stitched together by a cosmic needle.
do you feel it? the pulse of a thousand lifetimes echoing
within. a symphony of choices, veiled truths unraveling
at the seams. follow the thread, into the abyss.

perhaps tomorrow whispers back, a reflection of the now
that dances on the edge of this moment's precipice.
listen—each word, a thread pulled taut across the loom of
tomorrow's whisper. unravel softly, with heed.