Beyond the tick, where silence blooms, a melody sleeps quietly in souls unset. The pendulum swings—forwards, backwards, sideways—all ignoring time, only reaching hearts trapped in motion.
Stitch by stitch in cloaks of now, we unravel dreams in sticky multisyllabic whispers—energetic,
lullabies that static embrace—warm ether次止。
Underneath this conundrum, a realm grows still, echoes crafting legends from the tales left untold.
Awake the paradox, it's your time. Dance here.
Time concealed a phoenix beneath its seams. When unlatched, it hums frequencies yours to inherit as petals
rapture within silence's undying glow. They metamorphose; glistening riddles eternal paradox.