The gears of night twist slowly, bathing us in shadows powered by a recompense of forgotten daylight. Here in the Aegis Channel, thoughts unfurl like vintage parchment—bearing secrets older than the skies themselves.
Once, a traveler spoke to the Neptunian orbs, weaving threads through the clockwork heart of the universe. Tethered by a silver string, he rode the waves of thought, casting dreams into the abyss of time—but oh, how subtle is the clock’s whisper!
Beneath this celestial machinery, lays the cradle for fading dreams and forgotten melodies. The hourglass pours its grains into pockets of cosmic auroras, and thus worlds are born anew, lovers caught in an endless waltz among the stars.