At the stroke of whatever o'clock, the universe hiccuped, and shadows began their annual tango lesson.
Ever wonder how the heart of the cosmos keeps time? With a rhythm that tickles and tocks like a cat on a keyboard. The tempo may be fractured, but oh, how it vibrates!
Why did the shadow cross the road?
To find the wheres of the light it couldn't be, of course. Clarity never has excellent timing!
A heartbeat forms beneath these lines. Click away to discover its rhythmic echo:
Whirlpool of Silence | Corridor of Illusions