Whispers of the Depths

The stars are fading,
But not without leaving their names.

In the silence,
Digits align disarrayed:

5@T3_QueSt10ns[Oblivion]

Time bends here,
In recursive echoes.

Somewhere, a clock ticked
Outside the known paths:

Discovery or concealment,
Choose your pathway.

Enter the Silent Labyrinth
Decode the Unsaid