In the dim corners of the ticking clock,
where the hands sweep songs of twilight,
the gears hum lullabies of forgotten stars.
Little mice in silver coats weave blankets of silk,
stitching dreams with needles made of moonlight.
Every stitch whispers secrets of distant lands,
where the clouds float on streams of ancient clock oil.
"Where do you go when the shadows dance?"
the clock asks with a face full of gentle thought.
"I wander through dimensions of time and silence,
seeking the rhythm of the stars in their sleep,"
replies the child of the clockwork realm.
Follow the winding paths to hear the song:
Dance with the Wind,
or Listen to the Sea.