In the cradle of a forgotten dusk, where the horizon touches the sea
and time weaves a tapestry of glistening sands, a seashell cradles a whisper.
A murmur so ancient, it reverberates through the labyrinths of eternity,
echoing into the endless expanse of star-stitched night.
It speaks of dimensions, folded like origami secrets, layered in the stillness
between the beats of a cosmic drum. Listen closely, for within lies
the resonance of worlds unseen, the echoes of moments that never were
but hover just beyond the fringes of understanding.