In this realm of cogs and minute hands, the wisdom of clockwork hangs in silence, molding destinies with precise rotations. Each path here is a whisper of the forgotten gears, beckoning those who seek their passage. Move with purpose; the clock mind expects no less.
Roads unfold before you, defined not by earth or stone, but by the orchestration of metal wills. The paths less taken are those, the Bidden paths, mapped by the desires of a mechanized soul.
Each destination holds a story, a memory made from rust and essence of lingering time. To [M]eander into these hidden sectors is to embrace the rhythm of wonders unmet.