In the quiet recesses of eternity, time does not march forward. It curls, it whispers, spiraling in on itself like the arms of a great cosmic shell. Here, seconds spill beyond the confines of minutes, unfurling in a dance both graceful and melancholic.

You stand at the center, yet it is not you who moves, but the world that turns around you. Each tick a heartbeat of galaxies, each pause a breath held by the universe.

Reflect on this spiral, and wander into the unseen.