Beyond the gears of yesterday's enigma,
where clockwork minds weave webs of sound,
a song reverberates, unheard but felt.
Will you venture into its waltz?
Time spills like glass upon a shattered thought,
each fragment a memory, each edge a remembrance.
In the labyrinth of mechanical whispers,
find your shadow's echo.
Listen again or perhaps transform the melody.
Every choice plays a note in the symphony of none.
What will you harmonize tonight?