Time is fathomless, yes—but it is not a grave.
It is a river that remembers every footstep
that ever touched its banks. Names fade, forms loosen,
voices thin to echoes, yet meaning endures the way
stone endures weather: altered, never erased.
:: 12.12.2025 ::
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