If you listen closely, the whisper of the shell reveals a tale, half-formed.
Bits of time unraveled: a knot in the cosmos.
The night was veiled, hiding stars as secrets shielding slumbering suns.
And in this midnight canvas, a tale of forlorn puppets weaved beyond the realm of chance.
They spoke of an echo trapped within a conch, longing to be free.
Embarked upon a journey across dreamscapes to reunite with its lost voice.