In the quiet water, the ripple fades slowly. Each reflection murmurs a story, one untold to the other. Crossing paths in the dim light, they meet at the edge of possibility. Have you ever noticed the way time bends, like light through a prism, revealing colors unknown? Stand still, watch. You are the echo in a hollow chamber. The clock stops, not out of failure, but to listen to its own heartbeat. Silent ticks echo in the void. Remember when voices faded, leaving only the whisper of your shadow? Moments pause, suspended. Time is both mirror and mirage.