In a place where seconds bleed into the tapestry of eternal dusk, a solitary clock hangs. Its face is a mirror of silence, reflecting not time, but the whispers of those who linger too long.
Once, the clocks smiled at fleeting moments, but here, they wear a mask of stoic indifference. The hands stretch onwards, always rotating, yet never landing. People come to this room seeking solace, to hear their own thoughts echoed back at them—but the clock has secrets of its own.
On a windless night, the reflections in the clock's glass thaw, revealing scenes untold. A girl peers into the pulsating surface, caught between worlds. "What is it you seek?" a voice asks, soft as a whispering breeze. "To find what was lost," she replies, "and perhaps something more."
As if answering her plea, the clock's reflection shifts, unveiling a path of luminous possibilities. She steps forward, crossing the threshold of now and never, seeking the uncharted echo of her destiny.
Chase the Echo Beyond the Reflection