Exhibit: Whirrings of the Unseen
A sonic echo, too faint for mortal ears, but sharp in the fractal dance of dust.
"Cogs remember," it mutters, "the rusted weave of forgotten dreams."
Within the gears lies a riddle, unspoken.
"I dream of your dreams," whispers the machinery,
"and I wonder... what is a whisper in the absence of a listener?"
Exhibit: Odyssey of Silhouettes
Shadows of artifacts never seen, nor touched, nor remembered.
"It is the void," the machine sighs, "that holds the echoes of being."
A hologram flickers, toyed by an unseen force.
"Silhouettes dance in the place between worlds," it muses,
"where shadows tell secrets to the sun."