"In the loom of consciousness, every strand is a fragment of eternity."
If the clock were a mirror, what reflection would it hide? Consider the echoes within shadows, where moments capture the unseen. Require not haste, for time dances differently in uncertainty.
Between the tick and the tock is where we dream, casting puzzles of presence and absence. The river flows upstream in forgotten stories here—seek them or lose yourself in the current.
An eternity spent in an hourglass—does the sand know its destiny? Learn from the grains that slip away and whisper to the void.