What is time, if not the river of understanding, flowing over rocks of memory
and gushing through valleys of anticipation, a mirage at the edge of perception?
Chaos beckons with a familiar hand, cloaked in the garments of inevitability,
like a lover's sigh echoing through abandoned halls.
To know is to walk barefoot on the shards of existence,
with every step a question, every breath a solution.
What secrets lie between the beats of our hearts?
Silence speaks, as shadows dance beneath the glow of forgotten constellations...
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