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As twilight painted shadows on the walls, I found myself in a strange room where time moved like a river. The air was thick with whispers of the past, and I could hear Heraclitus's voice echoing through the ages. His words flowed like water over my mind, teaching me that nothing stays still forever. In this peculiar space, death wasn't just an end but a transformation into something new.

The furniture in the room seemed to float, as if gravity had forgotten about them. Books with ancient covers lay open on tables, their pages turning by themselves. Through the windows, I saw stars dancing in patterns that looked like Heraclitus's famous river metaphor. The world around me was changing and flowing, just as he had written centuries ago.

As I watched the room transform before my eyes, a sense of calm settled over me. This wasn't just any place - it was a gateway into the heart of time itself. In that moment, I understood what Heraclitus meant about everything being in constant motion. The death he had experienced wasn't an end but part of this eternal flow.

I felt myself becoming one with the river of time, floating between past and future like a leaf on water. Nothing was permanent here - not even memories. They all flowed together into something new and beautiful. As I floated away into the endless stream of moments, I knew that Heraclitus's words had become my own truth.