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In a sea of endless lines,
the pulse of a lost time flows.
Layers of shadows, swift and fine,
weave slowly, dripping silence.

Threads of time in abstract space,
where the past bends to the present;
the uncertain future fades in strokes,
an echo resounding forever.

Like the chime of a distant clock,
fleeting and deep, but never out of tune.
An unmoving piece, yet ever marching,
in shades of pink and deep black,
it sketches a journey toward the unknown.

Ancient Time, in its slow reveal,
under veils of fog and distant sounds.
Each pixel a moment, each light a breath,
a silent symphony of lived time.

And so it rests, painted and suspended,
a shadow dancing, an immortal sigh,
echo of Time, a broken promise,
drifting softly in an abstract frame.