Sliding through ribbons of forgotten dreams, the echoes ride the quantum winds.

Seven times the spiral danced, uncurling truths under the watchful gaze of unnamed stars.

"The clock knows not," murmured the shadow, slipping through the cracks of existence.

Dimensions sigh in tandem, a symphony of the void, where time is but an afterthought.

Navigate the fractal maze of memories and unmemories. The riders are waiting.