The clock was ticking even when the circuits fractured. Interlaced — webs of moments caught in stasis.
Veldt's voice slipped through cracks: "◉ Time isn't linear, it screams antiquity, a broken reel."
In the library of remnants, forgotten pages whispered. Once, there was a garden, now a glitch...
"Have you seen the scalar?" she asked, but only echoes typed their answer.