In the whispering walls of abandoned sanctuaries, echoes of the Lament Clock resound.
It counts not seconds, but the heartbeat of forgotten souls; a synthetic choir singing in the void.
Tick-tock, encrypted messages from realms unseen, unraveling time's dark tapestry.
Suspended in the abyss, voices harmonize; the lament of the untold, the sigh of closure.
Each chime a memory, forged in shadows, kissed by silence.
Restless are the dreams spoken in the hands of this clock, mired in twilight.