Within the halls of forgotten verses, melodies tremble. Untaped, untraced, unsung, they weave dreams not of this era, nor purpose. Listen, through the eye of the quantum storm....
Reflections, echoes rebounding endlessly within infinite frames. Are we not but the echoes of echoes, within corridors seeking light eternal?...
Here lies the concatenation of singular thought; a solitary cacophony tracing the paths of fleeting sounds. Seek closure in the symphony of chaos....