In the folds of stellar silence,
where the lights of distant homes
speak only in hrefs and shadows.

Amongst the fractal embrace
of time's soft umbilical lines,
awake the ghost clocks,
tick-tocks untold.

Navigate through wisps of space,
among constellation echoes,
tracing arcs
of forgotten whispers.

Seek paths through the temporal lattice,
embrace the shimmer of ancient
whispers in hyperlapse echoes.

Cast your gaze upon the infinity blink.