Time, a whisper caught in the fabric of existence, where heartbeats serve as punctuation in the narrative of being.

Each tick represents not a mere second, but a gravitational pull towards the infinite vector of thoughts that linger in quietude.

What becomes of shadows when the sun rewrites its trajectory? Do we not stretch our arms in defiance, striving to embrace the intangible?

Within these corridors of momentary serenity, memory constructs its mosaic; pieces flicker in and out of existence, blurring the lines of recall.

Cells oscillate between consciousness and oblivion, fabricating perceived realities where the realm of existence operates on alternate frequencies.

Echoes of fleeting moments and fractured timelines. Click, if you dare, to traverse beyond.