Fragmented STAR

In the shimmer of glass, questions murmur.

A reflection not wholly yours whispers:

Learn the art of pieces, for the whole does not exist.

Fragmented stars shine differently away from constellations.

Do they guide you, or shadow your path?

Gather the Pieces

Nested within mirrors: a tower of clocks.

Time is an echo in the caverns of mind. Listen carefully.

Every tick is a rearrangement of absence.

The horizon bends where shadows dissolve.

Cross the Edgeless Horizon