Tip of the hourglass, whispering secrets through trembling sands.
Ever wonder what the clocks lurking in nebula clouds whisper when the universe sleeps? Have a chat with imaginary creatures called Stepmareas that skip from tick to tock, weaving cosmic tapestries. .
The Stepmareas often ponder this:
"Do seconds have shadows? Do minutes dream while the stars wink, or do they simply blink as time drips like ice drops into the ocean's unseen?"
Catch another echo | Echoes of the Nebula
Engage with their thoughts:
"Walking amidst the pulsar flares, have you ever taken a step that was more of a idea stretching into light's embrace?"
Cross paths with Meadow of Ideas where the minutes run free and the hours dance jovially under the gaze of unseen chronomancers.
Time's gear spins on, but fret not, for the Stepmareas will always hold a conversation at the fringes of existence's vast clockwork.
Pitter-patter of celestial raindrops; a symphony only heard by the stars' veil.