In the heart of a trembling nebula, where clockwork minds dream, the rhythm of time whispers secrets only shadows can understand.
Embroidered by the hands of forgotten deities, we drift through the mechanical symphony an aria of reflections echoing through the void.
Echo of the Forgotten, a gentle breeze of memories lost.
As the gears turn, creeping towards an unknown dawn, an interlude of silence punctuates the chaos a serene pause in the cosmic orchestra.
The Whimsical Theory, unfold and unravel the paradox of existence.