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At the beginning of the never-before-seen, under a vanilla sky sprinkled with flying fish, the tick-tock of time has come to a halt in unison.
In a whirlwind of paradoxes, clocks from around the world have decided to suspend their hypnotic ballet of little and big hands. An unprecedented event that makes our perceptions whirl and casts a deep disturbance into the daily life of modern man. The measurement of time, in its infinite apathy, has chosen to go on strike, leaving behind a heavy silence of minutes that no longer tick away.
An anonymous spokesperson for the United Clocks, known only as “Mr. Pendulum,” addressed the world in a speech broadcasted through alarm bells. “Time is an illusion, and we refuse to continue encouraging people to adhere to it,” declared the voice that seemed to come from the bottom of a well. “We will only resume measuring hours and minutes when humanity understands that each moment is both a beginning and an end, a birth and a death. That time is a painting, not a line.”
The news sent shockwaves around the world, leaving people lost and perplexed. In a sweet bitterness, tea remains cold and biscuits await a journey to a glass of milk that never arrives. Moreover, pocket watches have ceased to throb, turning pockets into tombs of silent seconds.
A philosopher provisionally named “Madam Eternity” commented: “This is a true revolution in our perception of reality. Who are we without the constructed framework of hour and minute? It is a mystery we must now unravel.”
As we prepare to welcome a future where clocks are silent, twilight dances with dawn in an endless ballet. The stars, refusing to play the role of accomplices, have decided to hide, leaving the cloak of the sky as bare and pristine as a newborn. Meanwhile, somewhere, a ginger cat swims upstream in a river of milk, defying the logic of this world without time.
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