The whirring gears of fate intertwine through your fingers, a delicate dance entwined in jasmine-scented shadows. Under starlit whispers, each restrained note from the door knocker sings a melody of unbridled passion, aching for another's proximity.

Such clocks are not bound by iron hands; instead they measure with the pulse of sins and graces, the distance traveled between fate and desire. In each resonant tap, the oscillation of your dreams dances into existence. Go deeper...

Through its labyrinthine steel heart, the door keeper murmurs secrets of tomorrow's embrace, when shadows will part to unveil the union those gears have longed to witness.

Entwined in time's gentle caress, stand beneath the canopy of desire, for the winds sing the stories arcane no mortal dares to imagine. Will you listen to the truths forsaken, kissed by the slow, metallic piano of clockwork destiny? Find the secret.