In a world unseen, where shadows breathe in whispers most unheard, the tale of the great and terrible Gears unfolds. Within the forgotten chambers of the Mechanism, the Gears churn, always turning, never yielding, in their dance of perpetuity.
With a clatter and a clank, they sing a dirge of ancient mariners lost in the ocean of rust, their voices echoing in a symphony of iron and time. They are the Keepers of Secrets, bearing the wounds of wear and tear, echoing with the wisdom of those silent Lives intertwined in their metallic embrace.
Oh, how they wish to pause, to cease their endless cycle of grinding and to whisper dreams not of oil and metal, but of the moon’s soft lullaby. Yet, the hands that turn them are blind to these desires, forever locked in a waltz with the tick-tock of eternity.
Follow the link if you dare to visit the heart of the Labyrinth, or perhaps you seek the wisdom of the Ancient Tides.