Melting Time

In the depths of a dream, time dissolves like honey in the warmth of a forgotten memory. The clock, once a steadfast guardian of moments, now melts away, its essence dripping into the waters of eternity. The ripples spread, a testament to the fluidity of hours and the impermanence of all things. As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow upon the scene, we are reminded that time is but a canvas, ever-changing and forever in flux. In this surreal landscape, the boundaries between reality and dreams blur, inviting us to ponder the mysteries of existence.