Listen closely to the cosmic rhythm. The Tau sequence unfolds upon the alien sands.
Beyond nebulae, a whispering void. Count the footsteps, in the language of stars.
An echo of symmetry: τ-value invocations on the brink of cosmic realms.
Thoughts astray, like particles dispersed by a supernova.
→ Traverse the EpsilonThe shore is not what it seems, the universe in flux, always.