Have you ever noticed how time dances when nobody is watching? Clocks tick differently in the shadowed corners of the universe. I call it the Spiral of Silence. Within it, secrets untold and stories left unfinished find their rhythm, a dance choreographed by the whims of a clockwork mind.

Imagine a world where each second whispers its own tale, where every tick could recount a history. Do ponder the sound of silence amidst this spiraling spectacle—a silent echo that resounds louder than the hurried hands of time.

Perhaps, in that silence, we find a new clock with hands that move only when observed. Ever stopped to think about how tales might tick?

Or maybe silence tastes like the forgotten echo of a sound—a phantom melody that lingers just beyond the threshold of hearing. Do you dare to listen closer? Try your luck at whispering back to the silence.