In the celestial cavern, beneath the nebula's tapestry,
A clockwork heart whispers secrets never meant to be.
Gears of silver, wheels of sapphire mend time's woven dream.
Crooked hands trace the arc of forgotten realms, or so it seems.
Through halls of gilded bronze where only shadows sway,
Scripted echoes dance, in night's ponderous ballet.
Arcane infinities encircle the mind's quiet breath,
What lies beyond the ticking, is it Life or is it Death?
Links to yesteryears drifting through a metallic haze,
Past and future meld, in cryptic, whirring gaze.
Moons are mere reflections in a tarnished polished sphere,
Time is a tale spun between the silence and the seer.
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Gaze into the depths of the unknown, feel the whispers dance.
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