Imagine every clock ticking. Not just to measure hours, but to decide them. Some minutes? Stretched into hours. Some hours? Gone in a blink. Maybe the hands of your clocks aren't counting time. They are shifting it. Playing tricks.
Sometimes, you arrive too early. Sometimes too late. Sometimes a memory might feel like it happened yesterday even if it was decades ago. Or vice versa. And the clocks keep spinning, laughing at the chaos.
Time would loose all meaning. It wouldn't be fair anymore. Being late or early? Doesn't matter. Those tiny precious moments? They loose their importance
Maybe that is why some days feel endless and some vanish before you blink. Maybe it still happens, just slightly differently. Maybe time isn't constant. Its alive. And watching.
All scenarios described are fictional and purely imaginative.
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