Cosmic Alignment
The planets align once every thousand cycles, bringing fortune to those who wait.
Where time moves in mysterious ways
The planets align once every thousand cycles, bringing fortune to those who wait.
Life unravels and reweaves itself, one base pair at a time.
Form is but a suggestion. Identity is what remains when shape is gone.
Every beat sends ripples through the fabric of reality.
Stone by stone, empires rise. Moment by moment, patience builds mountains.
Each grain that falls marks a moment lived, never to return.
Where does the circle begin? Where does it end? Both everywhere and nowhere.
Inhale possibility. Exhale certainty. Repeat until enlightenment.