Whispers tangled in gears, twisted silently, forgot to unwind.
In the clutter of imaginary moments, lines of dusty significance arise.
Elegance in entropy — path drawn, yet unseen.

Inhale the clockwork serenade, sigh soft mechanisms.
Watch as shadow-lines redraw boundaries in a captive sunrise.
Each tick, a heartbeat, suspended in vivid paradox — dreaming forward.

A rumour of tomorrow spills ink onto forgotten movements, transiently suspended.
Await the sojourn through corridors of oscillation, forever unfulfilled.
Will you linger in this realm of echoes? Or perhaps explore: the eternities in between?