Time is an enigma wrapped in layers of moments. Each tick a paradox, each pause a meditation.
Imagine a clock that runs backwards. In its haste to unravel hours, it weaves moments anew. What stories would it tell if it could whisper in your ear?
Reflection is a mirror; time is the light. Both fade, yet somehow illuminate the truth in darkness.
Hidden in plain sight, the messages of time beg to be deciphered. Look closely, and you will find not just words, but worlds.
Unheard Whispers