Pause. The pendulum's dance ceased unexpectedly. In that stillness, time unraveled its secrets...
An ephemeral whisper echoed through corridors uncharted, "the clock spins differently here," she said.
I stepped into the past. Shadows flickered with forgotten hues—an empress, a thief, a child.
Future's embrace felt cold. Streets paved with neon memories, forgotten amidst the digital cacophony.
"Rendezvous—73 by the old tree," he murmured, a phrase etched in my memory like a half-remembered dream.
Fragmented Latitudes