The hourglass murmurs
in the unturned sands.
Shadows dance on cyclical paths.
Within the realm where clocks are born from the night, the hands stretch and pull, weaving tales of the unseen dreamscape. Symbiotic shadows flicker, revealing time's true essence.
These are not mere instruments, but living entities, breathing in sync with the universe's pulse. Each tick an echo of the cosmos; yet, each pause, a moment to listen to the whispers of what could have been.
Enter the labyrinth of time's forgotten rooms:
Listen closely to the
ticks that time forgot,
beneath the surface lies
the harmony of untold hours.