ObservationThe Everyman is born with 3,600 seconds—each a fleeting moment of life. In youth, he dances through revelry, donning masks of ambition, love, and laughter, believing time endless.
At 1,800 seconds, he builds, breaks, and rebuilds, mistaking folly for wisdom.
At 3,000, he clings to fading joy, realizing the masks were never truly his. In his final seconds, stripped bare, he meets the mirror: a face both familiar and unknown.
The clock strikes zero. Silence. The masks fall. Time was never his to keep0.1639%
