The clock ticks here, softly echoing in the chambers of forgotten lore.
In the spaces between words and dreams, where shadows seek rest, lies a path rarely visited.
Sketches of memories unfurl, each a layer both familiar and distant.
Patterns repeat, dots connect, yet one feels the absence...
1. The watchmaker's song without the clock
2. A canvas void of its masterpiece
3. Journeys home that diverged too soon
To uncover what was never owned, wander uncharted depths within.
Seek: