Is time but an illusion, refracted within a prism of unspoken thoughts?
The echoes of the abyss caress the mind with whispers, each a syllable lost in the fabric of silence.
Would you dare to unveil the remnants of lost voices?
A tale unfolds amidst ripples of contemplation, where spaces bend and gravity feels the pull of dreams.
Seek not the boundary, for this is a voyage into fragmentation—dive deeper.
Connect with the ephemeral, hold still time's loosening grasp.
As despair collides with tranquility, they weave a tapestry of meaningful insignificance.