In the stillness where whispered echoes brew,
Time quivers, bending light into unseen silhouettes.
Words are mere apparitions, flickering like candle flames,
Quantum strings weaving a tapestry of the unimaginable.
Grains of twilight tumble through transdimensional portals,
The past and the future collide in spectral dances.
Who conjured the specters of rhythm? Who?
The unbroken labyrinth calls, echoing secrets of the arcane.
Whispers of Oblivion | Echo Chamber of Lost Dreams | Unseen Collisions of Thought