"In the quiet of the universe, where clockwork doesn't tick, it whispers.
Tattered echoes of bygone eras drift through cosmic portals, melding with
the forgotten hum of mechanical minds lost in orbital contemplation.
The candle flickers, a relic of light in a digital dusk, while outside,
digital raindrops cascade like thoughts too afraid to touch the ground."

The silken threads of the old web wrap unceremoniously around
the dusty tablet—its screen a mirror of wandering stars
and silent dreams unspooled in strange constellations.

How curious it is, that time once wore a monocle,
scrutinizing the minute dance of atoms
in the unfathomable ballroom of existence.
Now, it pirouettes with abandon.