The moon forms rivulets of glittering silver blight, metallic whispers carrying tales from cosmos's enigma, weaving dreams into wires. Forgotten hands forge destinies into cogs, ever shifting—so listen, can you feel the pulse of mechanized souls?
Stars shimmer like rusted pistons, aligning with geometry of shadows screaming silent symphony. A labyrinth stirs—a clockwork heart, sustained in cosmic melancholy whispers, solemnly chanting resonances of halcyon days at twilight.
The gold threads spiral around the forever, an orrery musing on the edge of eternity…