She told me to look into the glass marble, Its surface alive with a spectral garble. Swirls of color, a storm contained, A world unspoken, yet unexplained. I held it close, the whispers grew, Secrets of realms where light was few. Shapes emerged, a fleeting glance, Echoes of stars in a spiraled dance. In that small sphere, the cosmos lay, A universe born in the palm of day.