The clock on the mantelpiece has melted away, saturating the floor with liquid seconds, distorting equilibrium, breaking the static with a soft sigh of tempos past.

In this haven where minutes dissolve into puddles of reflection, truths echo off walls that breathe, comets race through flickers of consciousness, threading memories onto the loom of now. Here is the expanse.

Imagine a void, not silent nor empty, but throbbing with dormant harmonies. These reverberations stir the silence, compose silent symphonies that grow and recede, like ripples embedded deep within the essence of existence. A place where you are everything yet nothing, transcending and immersed in the moment you defined long ago.

Bask in the infinity as it stretches, flexes against the boundaries designed by fleeting imagination, thoughts spiraling, entering labyrinths and leaving echoes like soft whispers. A gentle touch transforms the mundane into extraordinary journeys untimed.

As circadian rhythms become abstract constellations painted across the mind’s canvas, periphery becomes a focal point, an epiphany realizing itself. Grab hold of these indistinct reflections and divert their flow, reinstating harmony in the chaotic beauty of being.