In the gentle resonance of an eternal sigh,
lies a rhythm unbroken by the hands of time.
Whispers cascade down the corridors of oblivion,
weaving tapestries of forgotten symphonies.
The clock speaks in riddles,
its voice a melody of paradoxes.
As shadows dance upon the walls of reality,
their movement tells secrets of a world beyond.
Listen—
to the silent echoes trapped in the amber of existence,
to the heart of the universe beating in colors unseen.
Embrace the rhythm, let it guide your steps
through the veils of what is and what perhaps
may never become.