In the undulating sea of time, choice lies hidden beneath the veil of inevitability. We traverse paths spun from spider silk, each strand quivering at the whisper of our wishful destinies.
To unbind the clock's silent prophecy, one must dance with shadows, swaying to the murmurs of lost possibilities. Is freedom the compass guiding weary travelers? Or merely a mirage etched on the horizon of inconsequence?
Footsteps echo on stained glass, windows to past futures reflected in the eyes of the present. Moments crystallized, ever changing yet static in the embrace of forgotten dreams.
Wander, wander into the labyrinthine corridors of what might be. Do your choices build the road or merely illuminate paths? Pause, ponder, and press forward, for fate’s tapestry is woven with strands of intent.