Note to self: never align planets during a full moon on a palindrome date. Dr. Witz figured that out the hard way.
Somewhere between the tick and the tock, an hour was mislaid. It left no forwarding address, no bereft second hand. Only echoes in the celestial void whispering tales implausible to the rational mind.
“Time: an invention of the hungry clockmakers of yore.”
“Don’t trust anyone who says you have the wrong time—only the now prevails.”
“Three and a half lead balloons in a rainstorm calculating gravitational pizza.”
Perhaps, dear reader, you'd like to consult your dusty watch and track this hour?
Break the code: Clockwork Mysteries for adventurous souls, or perhaps choose Foggy Pathways for dreamers.
By the way, The Time Sphinx insists that clocks run backwards on Tuesdays.