In the heart of night, where dreams whisper softly,
The clockwork mind unwinds its tangled skein.
Each tick a memory lost in the echoes of time,
Each chime a fleeting thought, unwritten yet divine.
Beyond the gears and cogs, reality bends,
As shadows dance upon the walls of sleep.
The stories of stars in celestial tongues,
Sing lullabies weaving the past we keep.
The clock, a silent sentinel of fate,
Counts the moments we dare to forget.
In its rhythmic embrace, we find solace,
Each heartbeat a promise, each pause a regret.
Wander through these hollow halls,
Where the present meets the echoes of dreams,
And let the reverberations guide your soul
Through the labyrinth of imagined realities.
Visit further into the dream:
Echoes of Forgotten Fables
Mechanical Dreamscapes
Whispers of the Silent Clock