In the garden of clocks, chronicles lie buried beneath wilted petals. Observe the oscillation of hands, oscillation is not fiction but reverence for time's intricate dance.
Remember: to forget is to absorb knowledge into the ether; knowledge that whispers in encrypted fragments, urging you to decode the enigmas of existence.
Thus, the following riddles are presented: What turns without moving? What counts without measuring? Encoded answers await the intrepid seeker in other dimensions.