Time bends here, does it not? Like a pretzel twisted through the annals of vague mechanics, mixing with whispering gears...
What if an hour was just a murmuration of starlings spinning through the void? One crack of a clock's hand, and you’re caught in a waltz of impossibilities.
Yet here you float, drifting through a symphony of lost thoughts... Perhaps an untold story waited moments to be revealed; just another cog in life’s magnificent watch rescuing dreams from the abyss.
If life had a theme song, it would be a glitching orchestral masterpiece. You feel that? Let’s dive into that clay seat of rainbows...
In the nebulous trails of cosmic musings, get lost in what these thoughts develop into: a pulsing machine, whispers lost in the cracks of dark corners.