Embedded deep within the cadence of ticking silence, an enigma unfolds.
When the hands of the ethereal clock unwound, did time itself exhale a breath—
weaving destinies lost in the corridors between seconds?
Perhaps, you too have felt the ripple of what cannot be captured,
a transcendence echoing in the tapestry of moments not lived,
where the anticipation of arrival surpasses the journey.
Gestures of an unseen architect guide us through shadows of digital relics,
whispering secrets once encrypted by invisible winds.
The past unfolds like a paper boat cast adrift upon a stream of stardust.
Do you remember the moment in which you realized?
The point where reality's prism fractured, allowing truth's refracted light
to dance in hues unseen by the unawakened eye.