Sanctuaries of time fold in upon themselves, drawings on the margins as reality grazes tangentially.
What if every second cascades into a myriad of possibilities?
The clock ticks yet the moment ripples beyond. Consider the sarcophagus of yesterday; alive, breathing, yet a relic.
Therein lies the humor; wavelengths vacillating, dialogues discarded akin to feathers fluttering against dimensions unthought.
Do echoes we hear alter the pitch of silences forgotten?
A lover’s specter bound by innumerable alleys of solar winds and stray thoughts.
Imagine shadows intersecting on monoliths of tomorrow, basking in oscillations, vibrant yet silent.
The universe hums softly, whispering codes that create and shatter; yet no hand unfolds their paper plane.
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