When the cogs of time falter and pause, the stars whisper secrets we dare not know.
Here in the celestial attic, the mechanisms of the universe tick silently, crafting stories of gods and men, stitched together in the fabric of mutual solace.
In the reflection of the night sky, the clockwork of destiny unwinds and rewinds, each orbit a moment caught in an eternal dance.
Would you listen to the tale of the timeless clock, that watches over the spiral arms of galaxies with eyes carved from stardust?