Grey whispers under the defined boundaries, fragmenting time like shattered glass enduring a persistent soft motion. Once hidden, forever displaced—these echoes pause under a transient, smudged sky. Beckoning, always receding, calling without urgency—flashes within shades yet not illuminating.
Tile by tile, weaving dreams nested within dreams. Cautiously probing the ceaseless hum of celestial chimes. Listen for tickless moments where absenceams encapsulate epochs. Textures blend until knowledge becomes nuance with breath uniquely unfamiliar.