A grain fell. Time lapsed.
Inspect the Echo
Machines and Their Silence
In the vast chamber, clocks ticked incessantly. Rigid in their movement, each hand made a precise journey across the unforgiving face. Machinery for measuring, maintaining, and manufacturing the passage of moments. Not one pause, not one regret.
Conundrums of Time's Labyrinth
A grain stored. Memories etched in metal and dust. Collected and discarded in equal measure. An echo of past, present, future; all folded, unfolded, refolded into a grain's eternal darkness.