In the realm of whispered clocks,
their ticks echo secrets untold,
beneath the cogs of whispering winds.
A traveler, lost amidst gears of fate,
seeks the key to unravel the void.
Turn slowly, O unseen machinations,
weave the dreams of those who dare gaze.
Through the lattice of time's embrace,
echoes of the past beckon softly.
Will you heed the call, wanderer?