Perched upon the precipice of irrelevance, ages weave their stories with threads of irony. When mankind whispered truths only to rediscover them as fashionable lies, the void applauded.
In the systematic disassembly of yesterday's absolutes, philosophy finds solace in bureaucracy. Certificates for enlightenment are mailed out promptly to the disillusioned populace.
The clock's hands, fossilized in concrete time, resound differently. Each tick a testament to apathy, emboldened by an escape route… marked in echoes.
Rift in Illumination Dictionary of Faux Dictations Temporal TheaterBeyond the soundwaves, a subterranean chamber houses the archive of forgotten thoughts: ‘Our embassies of antiquity uphold in every corner the illusion of direction’, states the dusty reverend.