In a realm where the tick-tock has tales to tell,*
the gears whisper secrets of a universe too vast,
yet as close as falling leaves on velvet shadows.
Here, a clock does not simply count; it breathes,
inhaling moments, exhaling eternity in loops,
where past, present, and future collide in a cosmic waltz.
One tick—a saga of stars exploding
One tock—a whisper of dreams yet to unfold,
The dial spins not in haste but with grace,
cradling epochs in its metallic embrace.