In the whisper of forgotten clocks, time itself seems to linger.
Years fall like leaves, carrying stories untold, a nostalgia for what was never lived.
Once, in a town not drawn on modern maps, there were pressings of comet dust etched into the soil—proof of cosmic travelers paused in contemplation.
Your shadow, projected by an unseen flame, murmurs secrets of the ancients in tongues long abandoned. Here, the past breathes alongside the now, in an embrace both warm and chilling.
Listen closely, the echoes fade into voids where voices change and form the world's strange symphony.