Current misstep of the ageless clock,
Whispers of winding paths, thread the needle of dreams,
A fluttering heart, caught in frozen motion,
Where memories unravel, like yonder spools of time.
As the stars weave time's tapestry,
Whispers of the ancients propel us forth,
The laughter of forgotten tongues echo in the void;
Follow the signs, unravel the curlicues of meaning,
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