Resonance of a fallen chime, in the rust of yesterday's dawn.
Silhouettes whisper across fractured glass, shadows stretching into the night of forgotten melodies.
The clock's rhythm echoes a song unsung, ticking away sovereignty in the absence of sound.
Listen
to the quiet authority,
once a symphony, now merely a broken echo within cold steel corridors.
An empire built on dissonance,
where every note trembles with the weight of spoken secrets and unspoken lies.
Witness the silence speak.