The stars whisper secrets they can't remember, lost in the haze of ancient, mingling with the breath of time itself—time, the great devourer, the always listening ear to silent stories told in the night. There was a girl once, standing in the shadows of the universe, hands grasping at the falling memories—do you remember? Or did the question itself dissolve like morning fog beneath a relentless sun?
Somewhere, the clock ticks backward, counting down to moments that never were. The sea of stars is vast and empty, or perhaps filled with echoes of laughter from a life that sprawled across aeons, tangled with infinite threads of fate—unraveled, rewoven, forgotten.
And still, the night unfolds as it has, and will, in a dance of cosmic indifference. Eyes open, close, open—chasing the glimmer of a thought, a dream, an echo of a dream. Beyond the sky lies something unknown, a truth, perhaps a lie wrapped in the fabric of clouds drifting, endlessly.
Timefracture