Time, like the most intricate of clockwork, ticks incessantly. It is neither friend nor foe, but an unyielding companion that whispers the end into the ears of its sojourners.
Do the gears of this cosmic machine feel the burden of their own purpose? Do they ponder their existence or simply fulfill their destined roles with a mechanical indifference?
As we lose ourselves within the labyrinth of its cogs, we become part of its enigma. Are we mere reflections, distorted images of moments caught in endless rotation?
Our understanding of time is akin to observing a shadow. Whisper, mechanism, and entropy become intertwined, a triad symphony playing to the silence of ignorance.