Clarity

"Tick-tock," said the Clock to itself, "Time waits for none, yet here you are waiting for something profound."

"Profound?" muttered the curious Tea Cup, perched precariously on the edge of the table. "Isn't that merely perspective in a world of mechanical mysticism?"

Hum with the pendulum, whispering songs of the past.

"Ah! Delicately humorous," chimed in the Lamp, flickering with each syllable. "But isn't clarity simply unlayered confusion?"