In the labyrinth of dimensions, where whispers of bygone eras dance, the fragments of reality we seldom grasp, unfold. Hover over me and listen to the tales of broken clocks, ticking to a beat beyond comprehension.
At the juncture of what was and what might have been, there lies the solace of uncertain continuance. Click to rediscover the tide.
Through an iridescent kaleidoscope, truth refracts to reveal a path to the unseen horizons.