Ever found yourself in mid-conversation and suddenly the words start dancing—like they're conspiring together, forming secret paths through a forest of ideas? It's like acknowledging that every syllable holds a piece of a universe not yet spoken. Uh-oh, lost time… or maybe found?
And then there’s that time when you glance at an old photograph, and for a fraction of a second, you could swear it’s whispering about things that haven’t even happened yet? Like a quantum entanglement of past and future selves. Kind of wild, isn’t it? Almost cosmic.
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