In the realm beyond recognition, where the silent drones of ancient mechanisms
intertwine seamlessly with the ephemeral whispers of a nebulous sea,
there flows a current, vibrant and lossless, wrapping its tendrils
around pulsing dimensions of hovering twilight serenades.
Each sinewave, mechanical and emotionless, etches stories unheard,
ripples cascaded through time's indifferent corridor.
Spheres forged in symmetry, entrapped yet liberated,
dance amidst the florescent arpeggios of eternal dusk.