In the shivering silence, the horizon gasped its final breath, shattering into a million dusky echoes. Beneath, an ocean of whispers settled, where forgotten lullabies and the screams of the lost waltzed like shadows beneath a dying moon. Time poured through the cracks, an alchemy of broken clocks and rusted dreams.
Absurdist ramblings filled the air: "Dance with the petrified dolphins," she said, "their scales shimmer with the ink of our yesterdays." The ground trembled as he chanted, "The sky looms large, but alas, it is but a vast canvas for our enslavement."
The stars blinked in morse, a cryptic lull, a cosmic jest at humanity's folly. Beyond reason, a world where logic wore a jester's hat, capering beneath the watchful eye of the relentless abyss.