Within the circles of Z, there lies an echo unheard — whispered secrets of tomorrow’s yesterdays, where dreams fall loose beneath the... chasing stars.

The clock has no hands, spinning in quiet chaos. You seek the axis, the fulcrum, but it... always remains, a circle never ending. Meet me at the intersection where lines... melt into whispers.

Round and round, a lullaby eternally unwritten, the stardust covers our footprints on this cosmic dance floor, where... echoes become lost.

Do you remember the day when... a tear of gold fell from the sky, embracing time’s forever loops in an embrace both tender and... Ancient trees whisper forgotten songs, their leaves... anchored to dreams.

As the circle spins, we understand it doesn’t begin or end... and the journey is not within seeking, but in understanding what cannot be. Shadow and light play tricks on... perceptions obscured.