Ch 424: Time's Orbit.

Time drifts not straight but in loops,

Like electrons in their cosmic dance.

The universe resides at its core,

Like a nucleus guarding its door.

Cycles and oscillations take their turn,

Colliding as they twist and burn.

Déjà vu feels strange, yet not too far—

Moments that recoil without a scar.

Echoes ring a chime we'll never know,

A fallen dream that moves too slow.

In this tug of war within the space,

We live in orbits, seamless in trace.

Chasing memories that may not exist,

A tempting secret few minds can resist.

Is it a delusion, a theory of imagination,

Or a scientific truth, seeking inspiration?