Echoes of the mechanical ether unravel in whispers, borne on the wings of collapsing realities:
In a hidden chamber of an unformed universe, a gear spins eternally. It dangles between the now and the never was. Each rotation maps a secret path known only to the wise and the wandering souls adrift in dreams.
The interconnected whispers translate into visions, elliptical in nature, looping in quantum threads. Where do you plot your course?
Murmurous voices speak of a nexus:
Press your ear to the unseen, listen close. The interstitial flows guide your essence like starlight on a cosmic tide.