In the fading light, patterns of the past, recursion in its dance, looping endlessly. The clock unwinds, escapes its bounds, yet contemplates its unchanging fate.
Remembered, forgotten, recalled, always just out of reach, grasping at phantoms. Scenes replay, distorted, augmented, each rotation a whispering ghost.
The past calls, the future responds, an eternal dialogue without conclusion. Silence speaks loudly as time flows and ebbs, crashing like an unseen tide.
Endless Constructs Whisper of the Loop Symmetry in Asymmetry