Once, the Clock whispered its secrets to the Wind. "To learn time's dance", it said, "one must unravel the thread that clocks weave in confusion". Listen closely, inverting the sound of ticking might just reveal the rhythm of forgotten lore.
Have you tried the reverse? It hums a different tune.
A mushroom stood tall amidst the shadows, declaring itself King of the Forest Floor. Its crown, a mere ring of dew, shimmered with authority. True sovereignty, it taught, lies in dominion over the unnoticed.
Bow, but only if you find your head below the authority.