Hey, something's tickling your ear? Yeah, it's that persistent whisper that you can control your destiny if only you shake harder. Spoiler: it's not that simple. Time winks at you like a mischievous imp, rearranging steps in a dance you thought you choreographed.
Time isn’t controlled, just imagined. Slide to see the illusion.
Wristwatches, timers, calendars, oh my! It's a circus of machinery obsessed with quantifying the unquantifiable. But beneath the metal and gears, there's an underlying chaos that resists being measured. Count all you want, and watch as numbers become the ugliest mask.
You peek into the past as glimpses through a dirty window. Remember that joyous moment? Yeah, it's turning sepia, losing vibrancy. Time's grime covers nostalgia, making it a playground for sadness. Revisiting those layers? Prepare for some emotional muck.
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