In an endless loop, whispers of bygone days linger,
stitching the unseen fabric of fractured time,
relentless waves of an echo, ricocheting
off the walls of a distant memory,
a bridge between breaths, fleeting and eternal.
Reality blurs here, like an artist's spilled dream,
an illusion, a remnant of yesterday's light,
can you feel the pull, the gentle whisper
that teases a truth half-remembered,
hidden in the shadows of a blinking star?