In the gentle embrace of the star-laden sky, a comet made its eternal pilgrimage past our midnight shores. Its luminous tail a silent whisper, echoing through the void, undisturbed by the clatter of human ambition below.
Film Cue: A moonlit street, shadows dancing in the glow of gas lamps.
Here, an artist ponders. His canvas void, a reflection of the darkness overhead. Yet, as if conjured by the comet's ethereal breath, inspiration strikes—a burst of light upon canvas.
Film Cue: A bustling city square, people moving like clockwork.
There, a clockmaker tinkers. The machinery of time a constant companion. But as the comet rises, so too does a question—what if time, too, could break free?