Moment within moments, where time whispers soft secrets, secrets that only the clocks understand. Tick, pause, tick, pause, as reality waits, suspended in a fragile bubble. Do you feel it? The rhythm of the universe breathes in and out, inhaling galaxies, exhaling stars, exhaling this very moment, suspended. Thoughts dissolve like sugar in the tea of existence, sweetening the bitter void. The now is never enough, never too much, forever just right. Echoes of yesterday murmur gently in the periphery, while dreams of tomorrow dance just out of reach, taunting with their illusory glow. Breathe. Inhale the now, exhale the past, yet the future looms, an uninvited guest at the feast of now.