NEKONEČNO
Shadows of nameless faces undulate in the rhythm of infinity,
as if time had cast aside its boundaries of being.
Only faintly, your name echoes.
Are these bodies, or memories?
Reflections of dreams, or imprints of those who came before us?
Everything merges into a single breath,
repeating, vanishing, and rising again.
A black surface swallows the contours,
while light traces their stories.
They are alike, yet none are the same.
Like waves of the ocean, never identical,
yet dancing the same eternal dance.
An endless procession of existence,
bound by silence, revealed by time.
Every step forward is a step to the beginning,
every movement an echo of the past.
There is no end. Only your reflection in the stream of being,
and within it—perhaps—an answer..
