Time, unfurling like the petals of an ancient flower, dances in the vacuum. Herein lies the paradox: is the universe a mere collection of moments, or does it whisper stories yet untold?
As celestial bodies trace paths across a dimly lit void, we remain anchored to an illusion of stability. A clock strikes thirteen, not of time but of reflection.
Myriad epochs intertwine, concealed beneath layers of existence. The sun’s rays serve as cryptographers, decrypting codes we haven't learned to read.
Imagine a time where our thoughts replicate the spirals of galaxies; moments curled inward, spiraling into oblivion. Delve deeper.
Remember, dear wanderer: the cyclical dance of seconds resembles the flickering of stars; both ephemeral and eternal. Explore orbits.