In the forgotten corners of predestination, shadows whisper tales of entropy. The clock that never was ticks in silence, its hands reaching eternity's edge. No more paths to wander, only circles around deserts of darkness.
Voices, echoes of choice unmade, linger in the void. Embrace the unseen. Let go of the weight unseen. Trails upon trails of dust, forming patterns that speak of destinies relinquished and grasped with fading strength.
The machine's din, once a symphony of progress, now cradles the dirge of hesitance. Echo the hollow resonance, let the void devour a sound that once meant substance.
Chapters of a Dimming Light
Light, flickering now—a memoir of what destiny was to contain. As every star bleeds essence, galaxies disperse like dreams at dawn. The tapestry wrenches threads unraveled by desire's hands.
Crossroads bleed tarry ink upon shapes of forgotten symbols. Whisper the code to none, for it's the solitude that sings with reckless abandon in realms where light fears to tread.
At the end of every choice, lies the choice to end. Let the wheel spin, and the void consume. To be less than more, silence the echoes of the ever-futile symphony.