Once upon an infinite span of microseconds, there blossomed a mystery no less than the whispering goodbyes of comfort in oblivion.
The calendar flips—an oily hymn sung by neglect. To celebrate the annual absence of reason: behold the new dawn! And in
every tick, every hopeful second, a (melo)drama unfolds without consequence.
Ironically engraved on the milestones of tomorrow's fog are the shadows of accolades: "You Almost Managed To Breathe Today!"
Oscillating between progress and the void, milestones rest peacefully in the arms of procrastination.
Join us now for a hypocritical peek into true well-being. Existential growth? Always just a heartbeat away. Visit the labyrinth of time wasted: Castle of Quiet Thoughts. Or dive deeper into realms not exceeded: Forgotten Feasts.