A flutter, an unseen disturbance, like shadows playing on the edge of a forgotten dream. In the depths of quantum sand grains, the cosmos whispered tales of temporality—a ghostly weave in a tapestry storied by silence.
Boundless echoes within the quiet reflect a world half-remembered, its alleys lit by the flicker of starlight. Shadows stretch towards horizons unseen, where the fabric of time unravels at the seams.
The clock ticks backward in an ancient corner, where memories resonate like a fallen note from a lone violinist's requiem. The air hangs thick with stories unwritten, destined to weave the forgotten nights of old.
A hollow sound—mournful, echoing—a strike of fate's bell replays, and the universe flinches. A ripple, quantum and slow, deforms the silent canvas of what is, echoed across the temporal void.
Whispered Echoes