The river speaks in riddles, its tongue wrapped in silence. In moments of twilight.
Lost transmissions drift like clouds—eager, ephemeral whispers absorbed by the void.
Celestial bodies entwined in a dance, echoing the ancient song of corroded wisdom.
Where feet imprint the cosmos, tracing spirals unwritten in the scrolls of time.
Find solace among the rusted machinery, remnants of forgotten dreams; they contemplate...