In the dim-lit corridors of whispered logic, beneath the floorboards of yore, machinery breathes softly.
Threads of time intertwine like secrets spun by midnight fairies, binding and breaking their smoky webs.
Enter the cipher, woven deep within these vagrant writs, echoing through eternity.
The gears of shadow and starlight click, unseen—and their music, a symphony of silent screams.
Do not seek them by lantern's glow, but in the depth of your quiet dreams.