In the boundless corridors where moments seem to stretch and fold like the origami of fate, we find ourselves wandering in the chasm of history. Here, time proudly displays its collection of well-avoided Mondays and an ironic museum of missed opportunities. Every footstep echoes with the quiet persistence of a universe that laughs at our plans, sketched out in galaxies far, yet absurdly close.
Once, the poets came here for inspiration, only to leave with shadows of forgotten verses engraved on their palms. The ceilings whisper truths that no ear can bear, and ink, spilled by an unseen hand, glistens with the secrets of the ancients. Ironic, isn't it? To find profundity in paradoxes, and echoes in the silent spaces between breaths.
And as we traverse these mystical halls, just remember: the doorways marked "Future" have a curious habit of leading back to "Past" in the most comical of ways. Therefore, tread lightly and take heed of the timekeeper at the end of it all.
Enter the Door of Reflection