In the realm where shadows sculpt the hour,
clocks melt like dreams under urgent sunlight.
Here, the ticking whispers secrets of celestial silence,
a metronome of lost galaxies,
echoing in the void's embrace.
Catch the silver comet,
glimmering under astral sighs,
a fleeting journey through time's web.
Set your gaze upon the cosmic dial,
where the hourglass conjures restlessness
amid golden sandstorms.
Every grain, a universe untold,
weaving tales of sleep's forgotten kings.
Visit the clockwork garden,
where hours bloom like strange flowers,
in hues of twilight's desiring hands.