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Once upon a tick in a world beneath above, Resili the clock ticked backward saying, "The hurry is today not tomorrow." His hands never missed a beat and danced to the melody of an unseen rhythm.
On Resili's dial, colors made no sense. Green hours puzzled frog minds, while violet numbered time for sleepy koalas. In a place where whispers swam against swimming whispers, even the birds wore crowns of jellybeans, and reason took walks through rainbow-glassed forests.
"How do you tell lunch-time?" asked a tiny voice amidst tangerine skies. Resili jingled, "We don’t chase who’s up to shadow-down today," ringing familiar yet foreign tales only clouds remembered how to tell.