The gears rotate in whispered synchrony, tick-tocking through the fabric of sentiment. In this labyrinth of time, we realize: Every encounter is a shadow light has kissed, leaving behind its ethereal outline.
The silhouette of the past converses with the transient whispers of the now. Oasis of pauses, a meeting of moments disguised as mirrors, reflecting the unforgotten—what do you see when you look away?
Between those ticks, where seconds breed in silence, I met my double—a figure formed of unsculpted dreams, caught inhaling the incense of forgotten futures. Will you walk beside him? Or perhaps, become him?
Existence is a clockwork conundrum: Solve it gently. Its riddles lie not in equations, but in the art of mindful encounters. Here, where shadows breathe, wisdom etches the dialogue of ephemeral resources.