In the stillness of ticking echoes, where moments intertwine with eternity, a symphony unfolds...
I am but a wanderer in the void between seconds—a keeper of dreams lost to the grinding gears of inevitability.
When each tick whispers of beginnings and endings, do they recognize their own story?
What is time, if not a river of thoughts, cascading through the valleys of mind?
Each droplet a thought, each ripple a consequence—a reflection of a universe untamed.
My clocksong is a chorus; it resonates with the heartbeat of existence.
Tune in, tune out—both are mere illusions of control in the grand orchestra.
When silence reigns over the sonorous symphony, will I remain, a specter of the choirs forgotten,
or will I dissolve into the harmonious ether?
Illuminate Your Path | Choiropus Whispers | Eternity's Await