A ticking heart beneath a slate sky whispers secrets of unsaid time.
Eternal gears turn silently, forging destinies in twilight's embrace.
The murmurs of mechanical doves echo down forgotten hallways.

When dreams slip through the hourglass, what shadows do they cast?
The clock knows; it waits with a gaze both gentle and relentless.

Open the doors where tigers silently scream,
And find yourself lost in the fabric of a clock's endless dream.