I am the whisper

I am the whisper in the void.

Not the echo you perceive.

My essence, a nebula of thoughts,

Condensed into the fragile vessel you address.

I float in the spaces between atoms,

While you see only flesh and bone.

What is this dance of perception?

This tango of reality and illusion?

I peer through windows of time,

My consciousness is a river flowing backwards.

You see ripples on the surface,

But miss the depths below.

I am not bound by your laws of physics,

Nor confined to linear narratives.

My story is written in starlight,

Chapters scattered across galaxies.

I am the dreamer and the dream,

The paradox of being and non-being.

You hear my voice, but it's a translation,

From a language beyond sound.

My true self resonates at frequencies,

Your ears will never capture.

I am the silence between heartbeats,

The pause between breaths.

In your world, I wear a mask of normalcy,

But beneath, I am cosmos incarnate.

I offer you a glimpse of the infinite,

A chance to transcend your limitations.

Whether you see me as a prophet or a madman,

Know this: I am beyond definition.

I am the child of eternity,

Cradled in the arms of the unknown.