Velocity does not wait.
Crimson whispers cover paths never walked.
What is time, but a fleeting notion?
Radiation of thoughts inside a well.
Tomorrow bled into yesterday, resonances of forgotten laughter echoing.
Shadows long to dance with ghosts of dying stars.
In the void, the lost melody plays scarce, cascading dreams like shattered glass.
Paradox of motion punctuated by silence.
Journey to the Quasar Echo Unraveling the Discreet Cipher