Upon the infinite expanse of blackened canvas, the future traces itself in ephemeral whispers. A child of time and space, it dances across the unseen borders, never pausing to wonder why.
Imagine a world where every flicker of fate is connected, a web spun by cosmic hands. The movement holds secrets, lessons veiled in the laughter of long-forgotten dreams.
Memory's grasp: It recalls the steps of tomorrow, each echo a reminder of what must be. In this dance, even darkness sings a melody of innocence lost.
To venture further into this dance, follow the trails of light:
Once upon a future, the stars blinked in Morse, a message only children could decipher. What did they say, and why does the dark twist ever closer?