The sound of a forgotten bell, resonances unheard; its echo navigates through tangled timelines, never meeting, always intertwined.

Reflections stir among quiet reveries, self-aware shadows wishing to enfold light, yet fearing the symbiosis of solace and silence.

When clocks fracture, and meanings repurpose themselves, time flourishes in paradoxical elegance—the now mourns statutes of infinity.

Cycles converge where expressionless rivers cease to mirror—where do they draw life's flow, if not onward into own mirrored threads?