In the abyss of the pixelated eternity, where clocks melt into cascading matrices, Time Reshuffled amidst the digital sand dunes. Each grain a fleeting moment, refracted through the prism of bygone ephemeral glories.
Have the clocks ever ceased, ceased to remember their own reflections in the Starlit Abyss? As you traverse the undulating bits of what once was now, wander deeper into the archives of calamity and wonder.
A tapestry woven by the echoes of obsolete frequencies, where Dreams Collide with the merciless reality of moment misalignment. Pixels shiver under the weight of memories, laughing softly as they flicker into the void.