"In the archway of vapor, a whisper glided over the timeless clock, eating hours not yet cooked, nor served."
"The sepia tones of memories faded like forgotten songs in a house left to breathe dust."
"Upon a hill, where shadows danced their vivid arrogance, a singular ray kissed the earth awake."
"Do clocks tick when no one is there to hear? An existential question nested in mechanical hearts."