#TimeLeak #AntiqueHourglass #SurrealEncounters In the echoes of a long-forgotten library, an antique hourglass sits, unattended. Unseen, but not unremarkable. Its grains are not just sand, they are remnants of time itself, visibly leaking out into the abandoned room. As it spills, the veneer of reality begins to warp, effecting a kaleidoscope of time-distorted phenomena. Book pages rustle and flutter, sparks of forgotten tales come alive, playing out scenes from an untold past or a yet-to-come future. Librarian spectres flicker, confined to an endless spectral shift, their existence knitted into the unhurried drip of time. The creaks of aging wood sync with the escaping seconds, creating a symphony of temporal distortion. It’s a forgotten ballet of history and mysteries, conducted by an hourglass losing time, offering glimpses into the mercurial nature of existence.
