天右嚔赤

“Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

“The passing clouds outside the window form the perfect backdrop for wavering frames I see moving inside my mind.”
― Pavitraa Parthasarathy

“She already had resolute determination, but also a na?ve wish to overturn it.

Lost, wavering, and lost again.

Her heart swayed like a weathercock fluttered around in the wind, but always returned to its original place.”
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