In the kaleidoscope-dark void,
the clock ticks without hands -
its rhythm a dance of chaotic harmony,
echoing the song of stars long whispered away.
Here lies the energy born from silenced gears,
in grid patterns lost upon cosmic canvases.
Feel the resonance stir within,
turn the echoes into melodies of forgotten pasts.
The mind waltzes through winding illusions,
marching into realms where reason takes flight,
a clockwork symphony plays with the heartbeats
of space and time, endless, fearless.