A skeleton cradles an hourglass the last tenderness between death and time. The sand does not fall; it hovers, suspended, like a heartbeat that refuses to stop. This is not fear. This is acceptance, the kind that only eternity understands. Time is not cruel. It’s merely honest. It watches us build our little empires of distraction, our schedules, our plans, and it smiles, not mockingly, but sadly. It knows we’ll never understand how fragile a second is until it’s gone forever. Echoes: If time stopped for you this very moment, would you be proud of the life it captured or haunted by what you never began?