Enigmatic Nexus

The rabbit whispers to the clock, hidden among shadows of dawn. In circles, again, in circles, like a veil unspun, threads of reality fray.

The rain sings songs of yesterday, echoing through the void. Do you hear the echo? The echo is now, the echo is forever. An owl's gaze pierces the twilight.

When stars align, do they really? Or do they dim to trick your wandering soul? The garden of paradox awaits beneath the moon's silver smile.

Patterns woven in silence, the tapestry of dreams. Stillness disrupts; absurdity correlates. It is the whisper of the eternal wheel.

The whisper of the eternal wheel...