Echoes of Forgotten Relics

The clock ticks backward, its hands tracing the path of all that should never have been. Shadows of artifacts untold rest in infinite corridors, whispering secrets to the void.

Beyond the horizon, where the light bends and breaks, lies a fractured realm of echoes: a woman knitting time from forgotten threads, a cat eyeing the mirage of invisible fish.

Each puzzle piece, a fragment of the eternal, awaiting the one who dares to fit the missing piece, yet each piece holds a universe of its own, a story unfinished, a dream unfulfilled.