Whispers from the Abyss

In the dim corridors of spoken silence, fragments of thought dissipate like echoes of forgotten prayers. The sky melts into a canvas of ink, and the stars whisper stories from worlds unformed.

Here lies the seed beneath layers of osmosis; touching yet untouchable, the fundamental chatter orchestrates a symphony of shadows.

Let us wander in wandering circles, where paths interlace beneath the pale neon glow. Grains of sand on infinity's horizon, tides arise without shores.

The clock, unbound, dances to the music of forgotten realms, where tomorrow becomes yesterday's echo.