In the silent corridors of whispered dreams, where the clockwork heart of the universe ticks gently against the delicate fabric of the stars, we find ourselves at the threshold of eternity.
... Time weaves tapestries of moments, each strand drenched in the golden hues of a thousand sunsets, binding our souls to the rhythm of an unseen symphony.
Do you hear it? The tender caress of clock hands, brushing softly against our desires, opening doorways to realms unseen, where every heartbeat echoes the promise of beginnings anew.
Take my hand, through the mist and memory, where every path is a promise, each turn a discovery, and let us wander till the stars sing our names in longing.
Melody in Stars