The clock ticks its silent symphony, composing a song in hues not seen but felt. Whispers of yesterdays dance in the corners of perception, weaving tapestries of twilight and dawn. Moments fuse, bend, stretch into shadows cast at noon, lost and found in the same breath. Time laughs, a soft echo that shatters glass into diamonds.
Do you hear the clock's heart? A soft beat beneath the layers of reality, mapping paths where rivers flow but not on maps, behind eyes that dream without sleeping. Today is yesterday’s shadow leading tomorrow into the embrace of now. Remember, forget, then remember anew.
Follow the links below, each step on a bridge of light, where every path leads somewhere known but never experienced:
A child on the edge of eternity collects fragments of moments, glances at a butterfly, and sees the great unfolding. Each wing beat ripples through time, soft and profound. Shadows chase sunlight across the infinite horizon, where everything begins and ends in a dance everlasting.
Do you see the sun woven into the fabric of shadow? Each thread a memory, a dream, a whisper not spoken. They glow with a light only the darkest night can show, and in their glow, the truth sleeps, waiting for dawn.