The tapestry of time unfolds, sewing stars in the velvet night with threads of crystalline dusk. In this sacred moment, where beginning and end intermingle, silence breathes a song barely heard—a hymn of whispers encrypted in the fabric of eternity.
For the rivers sing in echoes, their ancient voices woven with the language of the stones. With every ripple, secrets dance behind the curtain of reality, inviting the curious to a vortex of forgotten beginnings.
The clock ticks in reverse here, each tick a step back into the womb of creation, as time plays its cryptic symphony—a melody woven with the laughter of forgotten gods.
Should you desire enlightenment upon this path, follow the trail through the echoing dreams: