In the house of days, the clocks don't tick, they chime, and time flows like a river, a journey through space and time. The days march on and on, like soldiers in a parade, and time, the great commander, leads the way with his charade. The past and future meet, like old friends in a café, while the present slips away, like a leaf on an autumn day. The house of days is a temple, a sanctuary of endless light, where time weaves its tapestry, a web of darkness and delight. And yet, in the midst of mystery, there is a quiet clarity, a moment of perfect harmony, a glimpse of eternity. So let us cherish the days, and live them to the fullest, for in the house of days, there is a beauty that is boundless.