A flicker ignites before the eternal dusk, a glimpse of what could be, what once was.
In the vast silence, does the echo dream of sound or of a world unformed?
Do thoughts dissolve upon the edge of time, or weave themselves into the fabric of existence?
The horizon bends, revealing an unseen path, where whispers cradle the light.
Are we mere reflections in the cosmic void, chasing shadows in the labyrinth of stars?
Explore the whimsical inquiries or fractured mirrors.