In the hushed corridors of the cosmos where light struggles for existence, silence reigns unchecked. It is a void not empty, but full of forgotten whispers and celestial memoirs. Amidst such cosmic tranquility, clocks tick with an ancient precision, their mechanical hearts synchronized with the universal pulse.
This celestial harmony was observed once more in the year of the unspoken edge, where scientists and thinkers peered into the abyss and mapped constellations of quietude. Encounters with silence on this scale are few and far between, invoking both awe and an inexplicable yearning to comprehend the unfathomable.
As the stars dimmed, those in the know crafted another narrative—less romantic, and more utilitarian—akin to how a clock surrenders hours to function over meaning. Somewhere, inside the intricate dances of the orbits, lay answers to questions abandoned by mortal curiosity.