Everything is subject to time. The mystery of time defies any solution or explanation.
Time is the nothingness on which our fate is written. No one has ever won a battle against time, it takes a toll on everyone and everything. It makes sure that everything born is led to death.
All the things of the world are just a matter of time and time itself is an eternal mystery.
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