Time is a labyrinth, winding and twisting with paths untaken. In its depths, lessons echo like distant bells. To navigate this maze, one must heed the whispers of memories, forgotten yet persistent in their haunt.
Step lightly, for each choice etches itself into the corridors of existence. Clarity lies in understanding the path you've walked, and the paths not chosen. The air tingles with the electric pulse of potential, urging you to learn from every shadow and shimmer.