In the silent corridors of yesterday's whispers, a wanderer stands before the mirror of now, contemplating the vibrations of forgotten tomorrows.
An engineer of temporal bridges once said:
"The clock you wear is not the bearer of time, but the herald of your unraveling."
Year 3050: The Eternal Librarian flips a page and unravels the secret.
Year 0123: Scribes etch whispers under the watchful eye of the moon's shadow.
In the tapestry of moments, the silk woven by dreams is the only truth.
A lost traveler once stepped on the sands of ancient dust and asked:
"What is the color of silence in the age of roaring stars?"
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