Among the gears of a vast mechanical universe, there lies a timepiece, wound in the hopes of matter finding order. The inevitable declines are often masked as grand design—puzzles assembling only to disassemble in splendid chaos.
Whims of clockwork minds dictate the trajectories of their own ruins. What drives the heart of the machine: purpose, or the beautiful dance of reduction and destruction?
Perhaps it's desire itself that craves the downfall, for beginnings to be stark, endings to shimmer in the twilight of what once was. The clock ticks not with intention, but with the rhythm of entropy's song, serene and inescapable.
The Rise Beyond Nostalgia