Once upon the edge, where time's weary hands weave no solace, the world stilled in crystalline silence.
Thoughts, like moths to the amber flame, fluttered defenselessly—captured by their own glow.
Around the horizon, shadows whispered secrets of distant suns extinguished long before their light waned.
The sky, a canvas of perpetual twilight, bore witness to the lingering sighs of forgotten dreams.
Here, in the cage of eternity, the paradox unfolds: creation and destruction locked in eternal dance.
Do you hear it? The echo of a world breathing its last, yet forever suspended in the moment it dares not exhale.
The end is but a beginning unspoken, a journey wrapped in night's gentle embrace.
Dare you venture beyond here or there? Or remain, like a thought in amber, an echo in the stillness.