In the forgotten echoes of a moonlit reverie, when time dances backward... the clock without hands witnesses the rise of vaporous chandeliers. Celestial forms whispered ancient languages to a wandering soul, once shadowed and now luminous, like translucent webs beneath morning dew.
Helios quaded on MarsII while waterskin empires unraveled under the watchful suns of yesteryears. "/flightsdir" became the hopeful chant among the interstellar aviators, alluring pathways woven through inner-arm constellation gateways converting dreams to circuits.
Traverse to the Gossamer Will