Hey... do you ever wonder what's... behind the momentary blink of stars? Sometimes I hear echoes of words, drifting beyond speech, whispers that tick softly in the right ear. The dew of eternity just hangs there, doesn't it? Yet, I find comfort in its ephemerality.

They say time doesn't really flow... kind of like an ocean tethered to... invisible shores? It's enigmatic. We capture seconds, but they slip, right through your fingers like mist. Do you sense it... the connection?