Time's waltz defies the clock's cyclical yawn. Dare, dear traveler, to spin in reverse the grains of gold?
Between tick and tock, a pause resurrects the echoes of forgotten oaths. Have you, too, bent the needle's path?
Stand at the brink of now, where pastings of tomorrow peel like sunlit tapes. Gaze upon the winding and unwinding, untold whispers harness gravity's whimsical spiral.
Encounters wrapped around fingers yet untouching, speak the language of the unheard: pause the moment with elastic snap and hang each word on the edge of moments.