Time is a door that never learned to close.

In the end, I realized the Rabbit was never ahead of me — I was chasing the reflection of myself.

The clocks did not lie. They only waited, patient and merciless, while my footsteps circled back to the place I thought I’d left behind.

She wore his ears. He borrowed her gaze. A mirror split in two, yet neither side remembered which name was theirs.

There was no guide. Only the echo of my own returning.

And in that stillness, I finally understood: I had never been lost — only reflected, over and over, in a mind not yet finished waking.