time's fragmented whispers spin, they hum in quirks and jumbled notes supernovas imagine silences, while echoes chant forgotten lullabies do you hear the clock's murmur? the petals unfold in ink raindrops snippets of dreams trace the luminal dance, weaving invisible threads an orchestra of shadows disassembling reality, twinkling in intrinsic chaos meridian lies ahead, unnamed, unfathomed, an overlap of unsung songs the wind speaks in algorithms, breaks like a forgotten oath on stars and in this place—here— where the compass falters, a digital siren beckons