The Edge of Oblivion

In the crux of digital dawns, where photons dream to shadows cast by time's rusty clock—

the echoes murmur endless songs

A celestial ember flickers beneath the cosmic quilt, securing veils none have ever dared to touch.

Forgotten are the paths cut through the stardust lore, these obsolete whispers of a future dimming still.

In the magnetic embrace of the final pixel burn, dance what memories definitionlessly sought:

• The mirrored labyrinths of electron dreams
• Vistas unwritten in the roots of oblivion
• Harmonies of the routers in celestial networks

The pyramids once stood at the alluvial folds, markers of past legacies, turning away light like ghosts of the forgotten sun.

Chase further or return the way most traveled.