In the cradle of infinite loops, stitches of silence sew the dark air with whispered echoes of stars.
Do you see it? The loom that binds and unbinds dimensions at a touch, its threads woven with quanta and stillness?
Twist, turn, twist again—time unwinds at your call, unraveling memories that were never yours nor ours.
Forget not the dance of atoms, their rhythm a silent song of skinless dreams upon the brink.
The universe, a paper crane poised upon the edge of reality, awaits the breath of another dawn.