Whispers of Forgotten Dimensions

A clock ticks without sound, echoing in the vacuum of moments long past. What does it measure if not the unmeasurable?

Piece 1: Somewhere, a door opens where walls had no place. Somewhere else, shadows cast light.

Paths diverge yet have never begun; this is where the whispered secrets of time linger.

Piece 2: An equation without variables, a dance without partners. What is true when all is illusion?

Listen closely to the silence, for in its depths lies the answer to questions never asked.

Piece 3: Here lies the map of a journey that never started, marked with footsteps made of glass.