"In the profound cabinets of cosmic librarians, the absence of sound catalogs silence in more volume than knowledge," says the oracle in binary.

"Every time the universe spins its yarn of time, it leaves imprints—gravity's unwelcome doodles on the parchment of space."

Pause to ponder the gentle irony: beyond the planetary spokes, cosmic doodles are nothing but abandoned celestial ciphers, waiting for an unwritten epitaph.

Acquire Fragment
Chronicle of Misnomers