∞ Endless Loop ∞

The Macabre Dance of Infinite Whispers

In the labyrinth of yesterday's dreams, time is stitched carelessly onto the fabric of cosmic consciousness.

Threads pulled from the silence, weaving tales in voids untouched, where stars glimmer with ancient lies.

The loop circles, a serpentine story clawing its own shadow, reflecting echoes on a blank parchment universe:

• The faded echoes of a forgotten something.
• A clock with no hands, singing the songs of stillness.
• Eternal, vast, and oh-so-ready to begin again.

The whispering chaos admins three portals:

• Thought
• Murmur
• Null