When the Clock strikes Zero🌤

No one woke up this morning

There was no one to wake up

Our time was up.

The clocks had all struck zero.

Deep, deep within their Horology

🌤 An ominous prophesy was fulfilled

The final bell tolled.

The End - warned the prophets and seers

Beware when Zero stopped the mechanics

of all clocks everywhere

People scoffed...myth and old legends

We are in control of the workings of the clocks

There is no end or beginning

We simply just...ARE

But it all did end today...

Sadly, there were no people to see it

To hear it within the final tick, tock

Tick, tock, tick, tock of the clock

Or the resounding menace of the last

toll of the bell.

The buildings stood firm

The trees swayed in the gentle breeze

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The Sky at Break of Day is a quiet harmony of awakening

A canvas where night’s final snore,

dissolves into the hush of morning light.

A beautiful day...for people to disappear!

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The Color Palette in the Eastern horizon, is a soft blush of rose gold and peach, like the sky arising from a dream.

Far above the world...hints of lavender and powder blue, fade gently into the deeper indigo remnants of night.

Clouds wander, in wisps of silver mist and cotton-pink streaks, sometimes tinged with amber as the sun begins to rise.

🌬 The atmosphere feels almost reverent - The air still, cool, with a trace of dew, as if the world is holding its breath.

No birds begin their morning ritual of tentative songs, no chorus, just scattered silence of curiosity.

No animals barked or meowed, no crickets chirped, no lions roared, nothing moved

No life chased through forests of green

No living thing is visible

Shadows are long and soft-edged, stretching like sleepy limbs across the earth.

🌞 Light

The sun hasn’t yet breached the horizon, but its presence is felt - a glow, not a beam.

Light spills slowly, like molten honey, illuminating treetops and rooftops in a gentle crescendo.

There's a sense of promise, of things about to begin, but not rushed - just unfolding.

Every living thing on the Earth had just vanished.

The clocks had rewound themselves -

To zero o'clock

Sensing a silent restart...

Utter silence resounded for a full minute...

As if awaiting something cosmic...Reverent.

Then the first new...TICK

As the world became poised to begin again!

Thus ended our "Chronos" (χρόνος) a measurable, sequential calendar of time.

A quantitative, linear progression of encompassing seconds, minutes, hours, days, and years.

In contrast came "Kairos," a specific, opportune, or significant moment in time.

"Chronos"...linear and measurable, "Kairos"... a specific, or God-ordained moment. It's a moment pregnant with significance and potential for something important to happen.

We had lived our Chronos...now Kairos begins again.

The world, like a long awaited road...tilts anew!

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