Time exists within space
Looking down at those mud-caked shoes, everything stands still
Yet you must join this world
In that moment when you lift your head—falling leaves, traffic splashing through rain, laughter merging from afar with nearby
Senses burst outward from your mind in all directions
Vast information collides with you
Time resumes its flow
In that moment you feel your existence in this world

But is this real?
Or merely space filled by your mind to combat endless solitude?
You hope it's real
Yet uncontrollable curiosity constantly teases it
Provoking it
You're amusing yourself again
Time seems to pause once more
You've regained control, momentarily
But time never truly stops

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