Have you ever danced with echoes beneath the shadow of a giant turning clock?
They speak in serrated tones, yet their language feels like the warm caress of home.
A rustle, a flicker of a thing half-seen, like the fleeting visage of a friend not met.
Listen closely and you might hear the symphony of clocks lost in time,
their hands weaving a narrative surreal yet achingly tangible.
The whispers tell of roads unfurling like ribbons, leading to places one does not know, yet somehow remembers.
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The circle spins, endlessly, a dance of shadows and light, of words unsaid,
woven into the fabric of a moment stretching beyond the ordinary.
Touch the whisper and let it guide you through the corridors of this cosmic ballet.