In corridors of forgotten echoes, whispers weave the fabric of ceaseless absence.
The clock's song slows; petals fall, disassembled in the symphony of unsaid lore.
Mark the encrypted signs—portal frames disguised in twilight's fading gaze.
Binary stars blink, a morse code of the universe, telling how myths float adrift.
Listen. Below the surface, time's current hums gently—rattling dormant secrets.
Embrace the unknowable; the circular paths unravel into the cosmic weave.