In the shadows where echoes dwell,
A tapestry of whispers spun
By threads of forgotten light:
The flux, it sings a solemn tune,
A cosmic waltz in fractal bloom.
Beyond the horizon's grasp,
Time unfurls its whispered secrets,
A kaleidoscope of moments
Dancing on the edge of silence,
Each a universe unto itself.
Gates of Echo
Where the sky meets the sea,
Lies the path of forgotten dreams,
A journey through the whispered tides,
Of time, of space, of solemn echoes.
In echoes heard
By none but starry skies,
The truth of worlds
Is woven in the flux,
A silent symphony
Of endless time.
Mosaic Portals
Here lies the fractured mirror,
An assemblage of echoes,
A constellation of forgotten flux,
Whose silent songs paint the void.
And in the end,
All is a whisper,
A fleeting thought,
An echo in the flux,
Dancing among the stars.