In the twilight between reason and wonder, the clocks are singing.
Find solace in the forgotten alleys, where shadows craft spells of memory.
Echoes of the unseen dance gently beneath the fabric of the now.
The clock hands are mirages, lost to the endless sea of moments.
"Is this the beginning or the end?" she pondered, staring into the void's reflection.
Would you like to see beyond? Step through the veil:
Into the Abyss
The Shimmering Gates
Whispers of time have no echo, only the sound of eternity's breath. Embrace the unseen.