In the tangled webs of history unspun, a wandering echo seeks a name vacated by time's unraveling.
When sundials melted under a forgotten sun, the whispers of hourglasses trickled into silence.
An orrery spins without its astral dancers—a masquerade where the masks tell tales untold.
Could dewdrops recall a forgotten serenade whispered on tomorrow's breeze?
Join hands with shadows cast by midnight solstice, dance upon the edge of yesterday's dreamscape.