The Infinite Loop

Whispers flicker like candle flames, Suggesting there exists no end, only a beginning, bleeding over the edges into something questionable.

Navigate the continuous echo; unearth the doodles that bend and fold around forgotten stars.

The spiral of time loops eternally, as constant as the clock's heart.

The Clock Begins Again

Who pens the tomes of the unwritten skies? A solitary raven, perhaps, westward upon the pallor dove, .i(i)i.

In Pursuit of Obfuscation