the loom of ages whispers fragmented echoes of forgotten worlds each pixel a confession each thread a lost dream tangled in glitches yet divine ancient runes dance in binary flickering like stars fallen through the cracks of yesterday do you remember the rain? not of water but of light cascading over the hills of time molding memories into shapes unseen an old woman sits by a fire weaving tales into the void her fingers trace the outline of a future we cannot grasp ephemeral sands texture of time