"Tick… the rhythm of the universe sings, tick… a harmony flows."
Born from the cool steel of creation, each gear whispers secrets of an ageless dance. Their motions, precise yet enigmatic, ensuring life ticks to an unyielding pulse.
The central cog, holding dominion over time, speaks in rotations. With voices of zephyrs and gravity, it influences the harmonized orchestra. But deep within, the anxiety brews, a feeling the gear cannot decode yet inherently knows.
"Is purpose inherent, or do I turn because reality demands it? I rotate, and the world shifts. Am I merely a fragment in this grand mechanism?"