The Clock Was Here Once

Tick tock, whisper of a forgotten echo, wandering in the maze of our consciousness.

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Time is not lost; it merely rests in shadows. Follow the chain
S3cR3t: The owl hoots thrice at midnight.

Does the clock hold memories? Or does it simply tell lies we choose to believe?

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