Somewhere in the recess of murmuring gears, I found a tick tock pondering its significance. Silent screams of hands lost in their endless pursuit of circling nothing, yet they waltz with purpose. An echo of a thought, a whisper from dimensions unknown, transcends time as it unravels the woven fabric of now and again.
Do twin reflections ripple in shared vastness, or does the lone voice of contemplation echo in solitude? As curious as the moon's perennial gaze upon the tide, one bends to listen, deciphering the cadence of eternity. What song does your heart beat within its clandestine clockwork?
Journey Deeper Web of Time