Have you ever noticed the clocks? Their hands, persistently rotating, yet they never move forward.
Ticking in tandem with a rhythm set by unknown architects.
In our hurried lives, we forget to question the essence of time itself. Why does it seem to conspire against us?
Why does each second feel more precious yet less tangible than the last?
Daily routines sync perfectly with these mechanical overlords, crafting a loop too comfortable to question.
But, what if the loop is the cage? Is time an illusion created to pacify us?