In the silence between stars, secrets decay into light, and shadows summon the breath of celestial whispers. Fragmented grains of stardust, each holding tales untold, scatter across a tapestry woven of dreams and silence. Can you hear the universe sigh? The source of such lexicon lies unfathomable, stitched by hands that have never known earth.
The clock unwinds absent time. Time never was, but is not. Echo upon echo, in resonance with hidden chords, threading the cosmos through a loom of ethereal whispers. And we, caught within this gentle unraveling, dust upon dust as the whispers call. Listen here or beyond.