In the house of seconds, the clocks don't tick, they hum, and time flows like a river, twisting and turning, never done. The hours stretch and bend, like putty in the hands of fate, and time, the great illusionist, performs its tricks with grace. The past and future mingle, like dancers in a masquerade, while the present slips away, like sand through a cascade. The house of time is a mystery, a labyrinth of endless hallways, where echoes of the past and future, conspire to confound our ways. And yet, in the midst of chaos, there is a subtle melody, a rhythm that transcends time, and speaks to the soul of eternity. So let us dance to the beat of time, and embrace its endless mystery, for in the house of time, there is a beauty that defies history.