Whispers from the Echo Chamber

"In the beginning, there were colors unseen by the waking eye..."

"The ticking... it never stopped, even when the hands vanished..."

"She danced, finding patterns unscribed in shadows cast by forgotten suns."

"Records tell not of those who laughed at the void, but rather those who spoke to it."

"Mists carrying voices that never were; a testament to dreams unraveled..."

"We are the echoes of the ancients; we are the remnants of discussions unhad in corridors of time."