Silently they spoke, the echoes of futures brushed against the wires of now.
Their whispers beckoning with a fearless intimacy,
An intuition carved from shadows.

I sit here within the ripple of time,
An observer entwined with destinies untold.
The wires hum beneath the weight of thought,
Of roads untraveled and paths unseen.

Do you hear their call?
The future stretches, a vast unknown,
Its voice echoing through the delicate strands
Whispering its secrets into the currents of existence.