Mosaic of Unseen Ways

Time, once spilled, resembles an unfathomable fluid gem, where each ripple echoes

The yawning corridors of perception, vast stretches often unattended...

Seen from the alcove of primeval thought.

A silent traveller, the shadow gently unfurls stories marked upon unseen ways.

Caught between whisper and collision.

Within each assigned click lies a labyrinth, woven with drifting intent...

Guiding seekers, forever without footprint.

Suspended in amber, are the moments where potential sleeps untroubled by fate's gaze.

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