Temple of Wisdom - Section 02

Scribbling across the faces of forgotten tomorrows, unravel secrets of yesterday. Ink dances in playful repose, tracing patterns of possibility among shadows. The window leads, opened aware. Time waves, fleeting messages etched in sand.

Desires of granite structures wail against their own heavy footsteps. Breathe. Exchange in whispers, notes cast upon liquid horizons. Graphite confides beyond x and y axes, embracing complexity in chaos of line yet unseen.

What does the clock dream of when no one can hear its ticking lullabies? Times slip through seams in fabric sewn green by unknowing fingers – a tapestry of spirals caught in lunar gripping silence.