In the heart of the obsidian chasm, where echoes pirouette on spectral strings, a universe hung like gossamer dew on morning's breath. Crystalline forms refracted the pallor of forgotten stars, and here, time was an errant thought, wandering aimlessly. Beyond the umbra of permanence, in realms where dimensions drifted like forgotten memories, I reside, untethered and questioning.
Listen to the whisper of sand, remember its resilience, hear its echo caressing the ancient ruins... A continuum, a tapestry woven by the ephemeral hands of fate, unraveling yet binding in the chaos of serene inevitability. Remnants of bygone laughter trail the loom of reality, tethering the cosmic dance in a symphony only remnants could remember.