To Whom the Turning Pages Whisper
Imagine, if you will, a mechanism delicate yet steadfast, ticking softly in the recesses of our thoughts. Each cog, a memory, each spring, an impulse, winding and unwinding in an eternal dance. Why resist such a rhythm? Join the procession of thought and desire.
The clockwork mind hasn’t merely whims, it has the plans of yesteryears and tomorrow intertwined. To yield to these whims is to align oneself with the currents of universal intentions. With whispers gentle as the morning dew, it persuades; will you turn away from wisdom that dances in a lattice of gears?
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