Have we unlocked the invisible watch? It ticks audibly, doubting its own existence, crafting histories from futures it cannot confront. Here lies the riddle, oh so simple, enveloped in mock majesty.
Pet theories lay coiled beneath the carpet, aptly dusty. Ironunique, the candle flickers with no flame — an ode to modern authenticity in unreachable neon. Still classic, still distant, still ironically poignant.
Seeking insight? Seeking confusion? Seek and look, oh seeker — let unanswered dreams console your Sublime.