The air whispered of memories long forgotten; seconds behind reality slipped by unnoticed.
Nobody knew what the numbers meant until they arranged themselves in the right sequence, a symphony of ones and zeros melding into voices unheard.
What did she convey with just a glance? A spectrum of emotions painted onto a canvas of silence.
The clock's relentless march was a rhythm, a pulse echoing across invisible vibrations.
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