⎊ Ϟ ⧗ ⇌ Ϭ
In a world where shadows whisper the secrets of the stars, the refrain of solitude dances rhythmically on the edge of oblivion.
The clock ticks without hands, marking the passage of realities unbounded by clocks or calendars. Time here is a forgotten sonata.
A dream without a dawn, yet filled with echoes of tomorrow's whispers. Here, nothing ever truly begins or ends.
Ephemeral flickers ⑂ of light, truths hidden in the weave of fabric that dreams are made of.
The void sings, a lullaby of stars, cradling silent memories in its cosmic embrace.
Boundless, through the mist, a path unwritten unfolds, inviting yet elusive. Touch a shadow and feel the ether.