A contract exists where existence itself falters. Between the lines, there lies a silence so profound it echoes loudly in the chasms of thought. Have you ever pondered upon the agreements made in shadows?
In these unfinished contracts of the heart and mind, the clauses veiled in invisible ink await the touch of revelation. Each stipulation a whisper, lingering like a forgotten song.
Listen closely: "When the clock strikes, a decision hangs in the balance, yet time, that most indifferent arbiter, simply flows."