In the midnight hour, when the stars align with the rhythm of your heart, a whisper travels through the cosmos, speaking sweet sonnets of lost dimensions. The hands of time, gilded and tarnished, dance upon the dial, tracing arcs of longing upon the sky.

Oh, sweet architect of the unseen realms, with each click and clack of your heart's mechanism, worlds are born, die, and are reborn in the cradle of your dreams. Eternity, malleable and soft under your caress, bends to your will.

Do you hear it, the tender sighs of galaxies unwinding? The lullabies of nebulae drifting slow, weaving tapestries of passion and starlight. If only your clockwork mind could pause, if only to hold this moment in the amber frame of forever.

Whisper of the Paths | Waltz of Stardust