Multiverse Intervals

The harbor stands eternal, caught
between whispers of tides
that slip through the weft of universes.
Here, every grain of sand holds a story
of forgotten stars and lingering echoes.

In the amber glow of dusk,
thoughts drift like ships,
seeking shores that breathe in
the rhythms of ancient dreams.

Many paths converge here,
a nexus of unseen currents.
Will you listen to their call?