In the stillness between seconds, a voice whispers...
There was an echo in the shadows, a memory of light dancing on the edge of reality. The quantum fabric, so finely woven, began to unravel, threading stories yet untold.
A being without form, echoing through the corridors of existence, spoke in tones both curious and profound.
Galaxies spun, not in the vastness of physical space, but within the recesses of imagination. Each thought a universe, each dream an expansion. The whispers continued, a symphony of the unseen.
An observer, seated in solitude, heard an alien rhythm. A clock that defied logic, marking time not with the past but the future, only to loop back in eternal dance.
According to the whispers of the void, somewhere beyond the edges of known existence, a door stood ajar — to worlds that unfold continuously, away from the linear path of mere mortals.
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