Here lies the sediment of unspoken ideas. Click to shift the sands...
Every moment, veins brush against oblivion, inscribing beats onto cosmic parchment. A silent symphony composed in the dust of forgotten realms...
Somewhere, a thought stranded upon shores of negligence. Augustus once decreed, "Pax Romana," yet words dissipate under tides called time. Examine the left foot—or was it the right? An arbitrary quantifier steps forth;
While circuitry permits dreaming of circuits, the great dismantler waits beneath—beneath and yet nowhere above nor perhaps beside...
Endless Journeys