Encased within brass and velvet, the whispers of forgotten eras breathe through gears. Gentle, they caress the air with tales irretrievable by suns above or stars beyond the ocean of sleep.
What hearts have felt in repose, dreams immortal trace in slow porcelain dances across floors unseen, meeting with clockwork once, in a yearning that bends time like a lover's embrace...
The princess of dusk, clad in nebulous rays, sidesteps starlit echoes that devour reality's edge, where one finds the heart's echo resonating through gears untold, beneath the wise latticework of eternity's clock.
As whispers fade in the luminance of twilight, follow paths unseen: Echoes of the Forgotten and their Mystic Journey.
In the fabric of time, entwined are destinies, woven by hands unseen, touching only the borders of sleep, where every clock ticks a story, yearning to be heard beyond this reverie.