Deep within the folds of the cosmos lies an uncharted realm known to few as Zlarb. Objective observation has uncovered swirling serenades, sung by a horizon that glistens unseeingly. Thoughtful notes from unseen whispers echo the landscapes of forgotten epochs.
Zlarb’s terrains change perpetually, much akin to the transient nature of phantom limbs remembering bygone sensations. Archiving these transitory phenomena, the chroniclers remain unseen, their records dissecting detached whims that border the conceivable.
The enigma of Zlarb locates out-of-space vestiges built solemnly across time’s contradiction. Each structure mirrors itself amidst reality’s curvature, suggesting a historical loop known by the conscious yet unperceived by the collective. The structures exude sibilant stories, told through zephyrs.