In the digital pulse of an unflinching night,
where time romps in paradoxical glee,
data whispered tales of lost eons,
masking contradictions within silky veils.

The essence flickered, trapped in byte-sized dreams,
a semaphore of chaos and order ensued,
quintessence tangled in electric webs:
imagine a clock with sand made of stars.

Unravel Nemesis

Cross the Abyss