Beyond the folds of reality, she glimpsed.
The sound of clocks unwound in the void.
Whispers in 1782, caught by an ear unaccustomed.
Past the frost, a sapphire glow lingered.
New England's lanterns guided not the lost but the forgotten.
A ship, adrift in the skies of 2049, seeks a harbor in nebulae.
Shadows lengthened in noon's embrace, bending time's lazy flow.
The "when" faded beyond recollection.
Histories inscribed in dust, read only by those who don't belong.
Palettes of centuries painted anew by the light of stars.
Intermission of eternity, a rendezvous with infinity's promise.