As the clock binds the sands, whispers of the cosmic wind hum through the fleeting shadows of moments lost.
Glimpses of worlds unborn echo within the caverns of unwritten tales, where dreams collide with distant stars.
The past spirals into a presence unknown, a nest of potential painted upon the wings of silence.
Here lies the fracture of the stellar heartbeat, momentarily stitching time with gossamer threads woven from the eternal night.
Look, secrets upon a mirror — fortunes past flickering through stardust fountains, whom do they whisper to?
Open the cosmic doors: Whispers of Starborn, Echoes of Lost Fractals.
Remember, to tread lightly as thoughts unto reality manifest; a single notion can fracture existence.