In the split between pockets of existence, I wander through translucent echoes where time unravels like gentle threads of silk. Soulless corners murmur secrets in undecipherable tongues as shadows stretch within dimensions unspooled.
The melody of forgotten clocks tick inwards, composing a symphony orchestrated by stars blinking in binary whispers. I hear murmurs: beacons of unknown realms plain to none, suspended in perpetual twilight, gesturing for entries only the void knows by heart.
Beyond the veil, nested infinities spiral beneath layers of frost, revealed through shimmers of celestial vibrations brushing unseen. Trace amounts of a kinetic dance held prisoner by membrane friction—moving yet still, confronting only themselves.