Time Sand

each moment, a solitary grain held by the trembling hand of orion, guided to its destination, unfathomable yet predictable

The stars whisper of forgotten paths, nebulae weaving tales of yesterday's parallel realms, unturned stones etched with the chronicles of galaxies distant and stories unbound by the edge of matter.

Molecular lullabies in the sigh of cosmic winds, where words falter and another plane of whispers begins anew, alive in echoes settling, returning to never are they forgotten ashes of stardust.

Your footprints beneath will one day shimmer, coated in the opalescent embrace of futures as mysterious as your spooling destiny.

Click here for wrinkle-bound paths or close this in silence for tomorrow listens.