In the flickering shadows of forgotten hours, the clock unwinds its threads of silver.
Reverberations of ancient musings dance across the void of the now, echoing a future past.
The owl speaks a tongue only the moon comprehends, weaving tales of a world where
the sandglass stands still, entranced by the paradox of its dance.
Step through the realms of thought and find paths unseen, where the tapestry of
understanding is woven in whispers of starlight.