The clock is winding down—perpetually—but the moment eludes us. We live in intersections, crisscrossed by impulses and notifications, where quiet reverberates with little echo. Now, exist not simply to be, but to truly feel.
What if time was seen as a tapestry, not solely a countdown? Each thread, a moment of joy, realization, or thought, one we often carelessly neglect. Yet, the future does not weep—it beckons. Each dream unturned is but a star, dimming in our collective cosmos.
Connect with the fleeting. The shadow-filled contours of our behavior take shape around translucent spheres of influence called 'screens'. We whisper into them, cry, laugh. Yet, do we listen? The fabric frays.
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