Somewhere in the tick-tock silence, a thought echoes:
"Have you ever dreamed with your eyes open?"

The clocks line the corridor, watching... waiting... the future whispers secrets untold.

A question lingers:
"If the spiral were a staircase, where would it lead?"

The spiral continues, an eternal dance of the hours. Are you part of the rhythm, or merely an observer?

Light flickers in the distance, shadows twist and turn, constructing narratives beyond mortal comprehension.