In the archivist's reverie, the stars whispered secrets of the grass that never grew, touching the surface of unmade tides. Enter the halcyon realm?
Once, when clocks ticked backwards, a council of forgotten shadows convened beneath the digital firmament. Messages in binary ice found warmth in the glow of spectral candles. Seek the salient thought.
Beneath the quantum cascade, memories of silenced laughter wove kaleidoscopic patterns through the corridors of now and then. What did they echo?