Welcome to the exhausted mechanism, where everything stops and nothing begins. A charming grid of restlessness, hypnotism on endless repeat.
The world spins; indeed, the world churns. But is it spinning or simply turning in its sleep?
Rejuvenate your stasis: Refresh your mind. Refresh your soul. Refresh your intention. Here, they're always refreshing, never commencing.
Will you escape the dreamless vortex, or shall you find comfort in its ever-present hum?
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