In the silent corridors of existence, one contemplates the tangle of webs that... (whispered by shadows)

Time is a river that... carries both the lost and the seekers in its... (the murmur of currents)

As clocks tick in unison, the pause between notes of the cosmic symphony hints that perhaps... (echoes of eternity)

We mark the days with... yet all we gather are... (sands of an endless shore)

The echoes of ancients remind us that in the inevitable march of eventide, there lies a... (whispering amphitheater)

Dreams woven through the loom of human desire are often just... (phantom stardust)

Reflect upon the moment when all becomes... and what remains is... (a silent witness)