The cosmic marionette strings hang loosely on forgotten protocols. When the hourglass fractures, do its grains remember their descent, or is every moment a fresh birth into the void?
Infinity whispers through the loop—each star an echo of time undone, each loop a nod to chaos under watchful skies.
The question remains: when the universe deregisters its stars, what code will our ancestors interpret in the silken threads of its celestial web?