She stepped into the dusk of 1896, her mind swirling with thoughts of tomorrow.
In a forgotten corner, a whisper carried from 2243 spoke of stars that never sleep.
He heard the chimes of a clock within the abyss, marking moments invisible to eyes.
A tune flitted through the ages, a lullaby woven into the fabric of the cosmos.
Once, I stood by the sea and watched time dance upon the waves, unraveling its secrets.
Do tides hum? Perhaps only the ancients remember their silent songs.