Whispers encrypted in the lattice of stars,
an echo floating through submerged timelines
Time bends, twitches silently,
an undulating veil that dulls the light.
Listen. Can you hear it? The static rhythm
of the shadow clock tick, tick, ticking away—
its relentless caress severs into knew not who.
A dislocated mesh of moments stitched at seams;
the weaving whispers a tale, perhaps not meant to know.