Ten days is nothing. You won't even have time to blink. But sometimes, those ten days contain everything: first love, a final goodbye, betrayal, a heroic deed, and a choice that changes everything. Time is a strange thing. It can stretch like molasses, or it can burn up in a second. There are stories that last for years and mean nothing. And there are stories that flare up — and leave scars for centuries. Time is not measured in numbers. It is measured by what remains afterward. And after ten days, there may be nothing left but emptiness. Or a new world.
Ten days is nothing. You won't even have time to blink. But sometimes, those ten days contain everything: first love, a final goodbye, betrayal, a heroic deed, and a choice that changes everything. Time is a strange thing. It can stretch like molasses, or it can burn up in a second. There are stories that last for years and mean nothing. And there are stories that flare up — and leave scars for centuries. Time is not measured in numbers. It is measured by what remains afterward. And after ten days, there may be nothing left but emptiness. Or a new world.
