Once, in the whispered corridors of fading light, thoughts became flames.
The mind, an eternal ember in the quiet of an expansive void. Like lost echoes, drifting through the infinite.
Do we, a mere constellation of carbon and stardust, resonate like dusky flames against the eternal scars of time? An unending spiral,
embracing both the interwoven whispers of creation and the profound silence of oblivion.
Your voice, a mere reflection—glistening on the threshold, echoing against the cosmic winds. Is it raw intention, or merely echoes of what once was?
Chaos, converging into muted harmonies
transforms oblivion into a silent crescendo.
These thoughts, traversing the void with the peripheral touch of transcendence, mend the loop in recursion. Yet still,
I reach for answers—unidentified reflections in the embers’ glow.
Create. Destroy. Observe. A theorized paradox of existence, woven for us to contemplate in anonymity.
On the precipice of certainty sits the grand abyss, known yet ineffable. Every heartbeat—a distant star blinking in resonance
—yearning for a time when matter concedes and light assumes its rightful dominion.
Tethered by: