"Illusions linger where time becomes a fleeting breath, reminding us that every second holds the weight of eternity."
Bathed in ethereal light she dances free
A dress of white flows like a whispered plea
Clocks drift like thoughts in a symphony of mist
Each tick a secret that the trees have kissed
Branches arch high like the weight of the past
Time slips through fingers, a dream unsurpassed
In the forest's embrace where shadows entwine
Moments suspended in a space so divine
