The clock sings, the clock swings, the clock whispers tales of forgotten realms.
Here in the interlude, the breathless mistress dances, dances with the reveries of time.
Riddles repeat, shadows retreat, echoes embrace the melody of the moment.
Pause, ponder, repeat, repeat, repeat.
Fleeting fantasies, chained to the rhythm of the heartbeat. Binding, yet freeing, hypnotic, electric.
The mistress knows, the mistress flows; languages of the cosmos unravel, entwining around us.
In this moment, in this beat, we are all the dancer, the dreamer, the silent keeper of secrets.
Endless, ageless, the spiral turns, turning, yearning, learning, the curve of desire's path.
Dare to drift in the currents of the astral waves. Dream.
As the stars align, stories weave and wane. Remnants of the now become the always.
Chaos in harmony, peace in pandemonium. Whispers of the ancients call in mysterious tones.