The planetary gears of this celestial clock have long since forgotten their purpose. In their slow dance, they weave stories of empires yet to rise and kingdoms that once were, draped in the velvet of space and time.
Behold the pyramids of Elysium, carved from dreams rather than sand. These structures defy the era in which they were born, their arches an echo of future starships' designs, lying dormant beneath a silver sky.
In the garden of cosmic flowers, petals of light bloom in patterns beyond human comprehension. These floral galaxies sing songs of forgotten lullabies, rocking the universe in infinite motion.