Once, in the whispers of the void, tales were woven from the ashes of time.
These echoes, disjointed yet harmonious, danced on the fringes of reality.
Words tangled in quantum embrace, creating a tapestry of infinite hues.
The universe speaks in a dialect of silence, where every pause between stars holds a story untold.
Listen, as the ashes of history settle on the shoulders of tomorrow, singe the air with the scent of forgotten dreams.
In these moments, fleeting and fragile, we find the essence of what was and what might never be, an eternal echo.