In a world where gravity dances to unheard symphonies, the residents of the Floating City hold their breath as the final note echoes.
"You mean we could've floated *elsewhere*?" Aiden asked, his glasses slipping sideways, defying logic and time.
"Past the borders of endlessness, my friend," replied Elara, sketching constellations with her gaze.
On the cusp of the internet revolution, two teenagers with a penchant for eccentric gravity-defying contraptions plot their destiny.
"We'll make this machine fly. It's just a matter of time!" exclaimed Zoe, surrounded by a whirl of wires and dreams.
"Time? What's that? As long as we have soda and snacks, we can conquer the cosmos!" Mike declared, munching mid-idea.
The scribes etched words into stone, unaware of the time-bending legacy they were crafting.
"Do you think they'll understand our whispers in the shadows?" one scribe mused, looking beyond the veil of time.
"Understanding is a loop, my friend," the other replied, "and we're just beginning to orbit its center."