"Tick, tick... Silence. In the heart of the old tower, I remain,
suspended in an eternal pause, my hands unburdened by the hours.
I existed when the stars were young, and whispered to ears long
dusted and forgotten."

Once, in the age of whispers and shadow, I marked the years
with steadfast purpose. Visitors would trace their gaze along
my numbers, looking to the future while forgetting the ghosts
behind them.

A forgotten promise etched within my heart, they told tales
of distant lands. Voices echoing through stone and void:
"We cannot leave until we've met the hour, until shadows are
one with our stories..."