NUM NIMIS ERRAVI

The halted watch sits fixed upon my arrival in month, weekday, date, and hour. As I drift across years of measured turning, I long to meet this moment's return. No—This moment shall return, and somehow, I with it.

ITERUM NOS CONVENIMUS

With no small astonishment, I behold the machine’s restraint; for though it bears me backwards, it does so with unyielding precision. An unmoving face, a beacon through my descent, reveals where Time’s ceaseless reflections turn to greet their likeness.

QUO VEL QUANDO VADIS

Slipping, narrowing, locking my fate, echoes of the past converge to still me. I am no sovereign of Time, but its captive.