In the refulgent stillness of timeless mirrors, the clockwork dances of destinies breach reflections unspoken.
Whispers of cogs frozen and fluid weave through the glass, binding secrets of vanished, yet impending, epochs.
Is the heart a mere mechanism, spiraling in a construct of conscious geometries?
Consider the metal pulse that beats along with the cosmic echo, a recursive partner in the ballet of the void.
While shadows cast across moments, spinning leaves entwined with clock hands—enchanted, forsaken, or both perhaps.
Discover the mirrored paths: