Somewhere beyond the fabrications of time, amidst the silent echoes of forgotten whispers, constants unraveled
and floated in the azure void.
Silence spoke in hues of invisible lullabies, weaving dreams that were never meant to be dreamt.
Constants carved in fleeting shadows, lost under the weight of eternal twilight.
Crystallized chaos lingered, adhering to the dimensions of unspoken paradoxes.
In this chaotic tableau, where midnight braids the dawn, a lone figure dances.
They mold the silence into shapes unseen, nurturing stars that flicker in antithesis to the sun.
Reach for the intangible and let it slip through your grasp like grains of sand,
for what is constant but a myth in the dance of ever-shifting realities?