In this drifting embrace, across pulled knots and luminous threads, continuity whispers opaque truths and kaleidoscopic distortions. Each moment threads like silk through a tapestry woven by intangible hands, binding us in a siren song of vibrant continuity.
Rift in time, a cradle of nebulous echoes, draws forth interstellar resonance. Reverberating, a continuum only known in dreams, coursing like electric veins through the void.