Have you ever listened to the silence behind the echoes of the quasar's call?
Once, in a forgotten corner of the cosmos, a clockwork squirrel held dominion over the passage of moments.
The arboreal sentinels watch as their roots grasp secrets beneath the soil, whispers of time untold.
The fabric of reality shimmers, woven by threads from the heart of a quasar, ever pulling and pushing, a cosmic dance.
Into the Machine's Dreams Travel Ethereal Paths Sing the Ephemeral Songs