In titan shadows, where whispers quake and the essence of unspoken truths merge, lies a fragment of existence.
The clock ticks backward, unraveling dreams stitched from stardust, while murmured tales paint the air with ancient shadows.
Journeys are entangled in threads of night, plotting paths uncarved, awaiting souls untethered by the light of the sun.
What once was unity lies fragmented, scattered echoes bouncing through a cavernous expanse, each resonance a soft exhale.
Gather the remnants; bind them with laughter and longing. The fireflies hold secrets, their glow a flickering reminder of horizons never reached.
Fold into the void, for here, within the quiet hum, lies the threshold of nostalgia and the brink of infinite possibility.