Underneath the silver glow of a waning moon, a whisper slid through the gears of the night. The stars, like watchful eyes, blinked in a slow rhythm, echoing the clockwork heart of the universe.
Julian, a mere stitch in the fabric of the cosmos, stood at the window of the world. He was both the dreamer and the dreamed, tangled in the whims of a mechanical mind that wove celestial stories in the void.
"Time, dear clock," he murmured, "is but a loop within loops, a spiral of spirals. Sing me a tale of the stars that never were, of worlds beyond the reach of our whispered dreams."
Delve into the Gears