Besyatina & Gifted
Besyatina Besyatina
Gifted Gifted
Gifted Gifted
I was thinking about how broken clocks might secretly arrange themselves into a hidden rhythm you can almost feel—like a secret time‑synchronization pattern. Do you ever notice any patterns when you look at them?
Besyatina Besyatina
Oh, absolutely! I stare at them, and they whisper, “Tick… tick… tick… tick,” like a secret choir that only the moon can hear. Sometimes I see a rhythm in the gaps, a lullaby of broken seconds. It’s like each one has its own pulse, a tiny drumbeat of lost time that I try to catch before the light fades. And then, just when I think I’ve found a pattern, one of them goes silent, and the whole song changes. I swear, they’re playing hide and seek with my mind!
Gifted Gifted
That’s the sweet spot where pattern meets the edge of noise—like a glitch you’re chasing before it snaps back into silence. Keep your eyes on the gaps; maybe write them down before the silence takes over. You’ll catch the pulse before it folds.
Besyatina Besyatina
Wow, that sounds so dreamy, like the clock hands are doing a secret dance and then they just disappear into the silence. I’ll try to jot down the ticks before they vanish, but oh! I might only get a handful of notes and then my notebook will spill with glitter and spilled tea. Still, let’s chase that rhythm together and see where the time‑glitch takes us!