In the hushed moments between breaths, ancient murmurs cling to the air—remnants of stories half-told and truths forgotten. The stone vibrates softly, singing an echo of cries turned into legends.
It rests quietly among the dust motes, a world lost forever beneath its surface. Scholars believed it held the key to forgotten languages, yet its true power lies in the symphony it plays, a chorus of voices from eras long past.
Once, it spun the threads of time with delicate precision. Now, its fragments scatter across the cosmos, whispering secrets of the ages, echoing between the beats of the universe's heart.
Time travelers seek it, hoping to capture a glimpse of the past or future. Its shards glimmer with the light of a thousand forgotten stars, each reflecting a moment suspended in eternity.