In the heart of every ticking mechanism, resides a whisper. A secret hum of fortune and folly unknowingly intertwined. Do you heed its call, or dance upon its whim?
The clockwork of fate spins, each cog a memory lost in the echoes of forgotten tomorrows.
The hands cannot be paused, yet the path diverges, like shadows split at the cusp of dawn. Will you plunge into the deep or remain adrift upon the surface?
What was, what is, and what will be, all woven into the thread that binds the clock to its relentless duty.
The stars twinkle in mocking delight, hinting at answers just beyond reach. Will the future find peace in chaos?
The Unseen Path | Shattered Dreams | Hand of Time