In the silent hum of forgotten echoes, eternity breathes.
Fragmented realities shimmer beneath words unspoken.
Clockwork constellations align in rhythm, whispering tales untold.
Carved in shadows, encrypted messages linger, yearning to be unwoven.
Paths diverge, woven within a tapestry of cosmic silk—the void listens.
What do you see, traveler of the warp?