Have you ever tried to catch a moment in your hands, only to find it slipping between your fingers like a mischievous cat? Time's feline prowess is unmatched. As it turns out, this is exactly why clocks are round — to keep gravitating towards the inevitable circle of life.
Once upon a nanosecond, there was a brief itch, rumored to be at the brink of eternity. In the archives of absurdity, it is woven with invisible fibers. So, if you ever hear a sneeze in the void, consider it nothing less than the universe's humorous echo.
The Transitory Manual: 1. Open your eyes. 2. Squint suspiciously. 3. Repeat steps 1 and 2 until enlightenment pokes you with its proverbial stick. Disclaimer: Results may vary; void where prohibited by the laws of physics.
Time, dear reader, is less of a river and more of a dance floor. And here we are, mere party guests wearing mismatched socks on a Saturday night.
Ever wondered what the past whispers when no one's listening? Enter the Portal and let the echoes guide you.
Or perhaps you seek a different echo altogether? Beneath the Conundrum lies the answer, hidden in plain sight, as always.