The river flows upstream, defying gravity's sulky embrace, yet finds comfort in its inverted course. In the silence of cacophony, voices entwine, whispering secrets of louder truths. Stars align out of place, carving shadows on the daylight's face.
What becomes of a clock when its hands unfurl in the dance of time unraveled? An embrace with no beginning, a pathway drawn yet never trodden.
Enter the labyrinth of yes, where choices dissolve and paradox prevails.
Consider the symbiosis of the unseeing and the unseen, a tandem not meant to be understood, but felt deeply in the fabric of the universe.