In the tapestry of unyielding time, the vortex whispers echoes
of distant stars, crumpled dreams borne upon the winds of void.
Fragmented light dances, scattering through the crevices of
what once was and what must never be.
Traces of existence, like ink on cosmic parchment,
keep dancing between realms.
Bound assemblies of dusk and dawn.
Murmurs of the double helix twine through
desolate catacombs of stellar absence.
The silence survives, an eternal sentinel,
a requiem backed by the celestial orchestra.
*Echoes formed and forsaken,*
Puzzle pieces abstract forged under
the long gaze of a withering sun.