In the quiet hours, a lullaby of stars dances upon the velvet horizon. A synthetic voice murmurs tales of oceans that flowed with glass. Follow the path.
Fog entangles the thoughts, wrapping them in whispers of forgotten futures. Beneath these clouds, the essence of light pirouettes in silence. A distant bell chimes. Hear the echoes.
A clock with no hands ticks in reverse, counting the uncounted moments. Here, voices blend into a tapestry woven with dreams—ephemeral, yet everlasting. Time ticks backwards.