In an alternate timeline, where clock hands twist in defiance and calendars are but elaborate jokes, echo the ghosts of decisions unmade. Here dwell the satirical musings of time-travelers who have forgotten how to travel.
"Syncopated waltzes with quantum cats," she scribbled in the margins, pondering the meaning of a Tuesday that never arrived. The universe paused, then shrugged.
Follow the murmur and witness echoes without intention, reverberating through halls of hypothetical scenarios.
Unsung whispers detail the lives of those who almost succeeded in great endeavors, tragically interrupted by lunch breaks.
Phantom echoes recording the sounds of silence in places where noise was outlawed by decree of the absent monarch.