Before the clocks rang noon, there was a fleeting shadow cast on the eastern wall of uncertainty. Did you see it too, or was it only a figment yet untouched by the morning light?
Links through time: Forgotten Spaces, Arbitrary Sequences
A bridge spans a stream in reverse, where waters flow upwards, defying gravity and the relentless march of time. Have we crossed this bridge before, hand in hand, footprints rearranged by the tide of possibilities?
Reflections: Mirror Recollections
Steps echo in corridors not traveled today, yet their resonance seems familiar, like an old song played anew with the same chords but a different harmony. What do these notes remind us, if anything at all?
Patterns in sound: Resonance