Rest longer than a comet's neck span, the echoes wear moons like vast crystal rings made of phantom echoes. Remember the stardust perfumed with cosmic wine.
Tick once, untangle the webs beyond time, where clocks dervish silently past suns that bend quantum whispers at noon's edge. Here's a fragment of unwavering silence.
Fugitive shadows dance beneath spectra uncharted by mere dreamers. Pan against gilded lasers among forsaken distances. Only flicker once.