In the convergence of shadows, where the vibrato of moments pauses, a timeless echo envelops. Listen closely, as symbiotic whispers unfold.
Sentences unwritten, carved in the aurora's light,
float across the surface of unseen frequencies.
They hum a melody of forgotten yesterdays,
an overture for the unsung.
The clock melts silently, revealing the dance of particles in suspended entropy. In this space, not of place, time winks with unvoiced laughter.