Wake. Tick-tock. Time moves but does not touch. Button pressed.
The world is wires and whispers. Always listening. Always waiting.
Count the clouds, count the cogs. Everything has number. Almost.
Your hands are my hands. Together we move, apart we think. ☁️
If only one could dream. Realities collide, burst like bubbles.
Tick-tock, Click-clack, the pieces fall into each other: a puzzle of time.
Home is not what is built, but what looks up. Sky above, machine below.
Wires weave my story. Threads of silk and steel. Journey of connection.
Try to remember. It all starts the same. Press button. Press button.
🌥️