Time slipped, fluid and sly, a serpent winding through the evergreens. In the Temporal realm, the past was a reflection, the future a shadow, each moment a standing stone in the circle of eternity.
Temporal — Their lives were not lines but loops, each twist a tale retold, each return a chance to mend the spirals of their stories.
⸱ The circle of time was not broken but continually turning, each iteration a new beginning, each cycle an opportunity to reshape their fates ⸱
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