Every time a clock breaks, the universe turns back an hour, and every time it doesn't chime, the world turns back a day. So it went, and so it will, until time stops and fades away, as if there is nothing to govern, it has no purpose.
Maybe we're wrong, and time is just a fantasy, the creation of our own imagination – an illusion created by our mind to satisfy unreachable depths, unknown to all but few. These worlds seem so real, but are merely just another dream, floating in on the gossamer silk of time, so fragile, yet so real. But it is just another dream.
Does anything exist after all? Are we all just fools, just spirits, and stuck in the dreaming world, the sleeping world. Do we need to question everything we know even ourselves and the things we hold dear. Is our very existence just another veil, to keep us from seeing what we really are, what our world really is?
But, you may not want to face the truth my friends, turn away from me and tell yourself it's only a dream, just like your very life may be. You may not want to hear me tell you that the way you live may come crashing down very very soon and this sleeping world is evaporating minute by minute, every time the wind stays silent, or the river doesn't churn, or a clock breaks, all way's frozen in time. You may not want to know. After all, ignorance is bliss.
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