Breaths between heartbeats, like whispers of the universe, dying stars, and freshly baked sunlight. Do you taste the warmth? Each slice falls neatly into forgotten times, a pie chart of existence. Inhale the orange zest, the tang of distant galaxies.
A whisper, a flicker, how long can it stretch? Time bends back upon itself, each moment a reflection of the other. Pieces of a jigsaw puzzle missing, waiting just beyond the reach of morning's light. Remember the sun in your eyes that one summer? Season blends into season.
When the clock strikes a tune, the dance begins. Each second a new partner, the rhythm of life encircling. This is where dreams meet the dawn, piecing together the glow of yesterdays and tomorrows. Feel the pulse, the heartbeat of the world around. Dancing. Always dancing.