In the folds of temporal whispers, the shadows of yestertide cradle secrets. Listen intently, for the echoes
are woven into the fabric of existence. 7223 emerges, not as a number,
but as a key. Unlock the ancient passage through the constellations and embrace the paradox.
The hourglass, a mere illusion of sand and glass, holds the oracle's gaze steady upon the infinity loop. Each grain sings the tale of time itself.