In the swirling recesses of time, where echoes find no destination, lies the latticework of curious phenomena. It is a cavern untouched, unabridged by the stampede of progress. Here in the void, an inquiry finds its match against the hollow clang.
A committee report (undelivered, unmarked) on the vacant spaces and invisible phenomena. Scheduled for nothing, notorious among the absent echoes.
The broken clock ticks in reverse, yet time here is an abstract. A rare paradox, the clock is both redundant and pivotal in its persistence. It ticks, almost unsure of itself, but ever faithful to the curious case of nothing.
Authorities, once considered, now stare from pixels and empty screens, their shadows charging across the headlined absence. Reports of an unfurling silence cascade through the channels of undefined corridors.
The bell does not toll but resonates. Its tone an ancestor to suspense, a reminder perhaps of what echoes may become, or have already begun, in the chamber of benign oblivion.
This document, like the phases of an elusive spectre, awaits those who might consider the ramblings of hollow spectacles. Curious, indeed, is the nothingness that beckons without beckoning.