In the endless scrolls of ether's embrace, stars sang in tongues unknown. Grooves of ancient skies cradle secrets to unravel, whispers caught between nebulae and lapse.
You wander, above the silvered sea of clouds, tracing patterns of midnight thoughts painted on paper. The old sketch lives, breathes, and sighs in tandem with your heart's echo.
A clock chimes in decimals, its hands unable to decide the rhythm of dreams. You listen for the melody, a forgotten hymn laid on velvet palettes of cosmic dust.