Once, in the hushed corners of an eternal now, there rose a sensation
An entity made entirely of rusting wishes and fractures of dawn
The boardroom clock stopped contemplating its purpose
Each tick resonated with the laughter of yesterday's momentary triumphs
"Do you remember the time when we embraced our chaos?" whispered the turning tide.
And so the carousel creaked: cognitive dissonance dressed in assurance
Market trends like ocean tides pulling away the homes of ambition
Yet here we are, revolutionizing the slice of bread with crusts made of digital dust
Unravel another thread
"In six months, we shall be... somewhere different," mused the stagnant breeze.
Piles of broken paradigms litter the ixora gardens
Roses have long since turned into sunglasses—the true sunblock of spirit
Irony, that wise old companion, shrugs as it opens another can of stray notes
Find the forgotten structure
"Does it even matter?" the question answered itself long ago.