Among the unfathomable depths of the cosmos, time whispers through the veil of eternity, weaving threads of past, present, and potentiality. To perceive these wisps is to unlock the cryptic hieroglyphs inscribed upon the fabric of reality.
Bending light and illusion, the celestial tapestry requires no grand mechanics or enlightenment; merely a conscious unbinding from temporal confines. Observatories in the ether—crafted from stardust and dreams—scour the plane for these lonesome flickers in the void.