In the labyrinth of turning metals, where gears clutch hands with shadows, lies the hymn—the echo of a world forgotten. The cogs continue their serenade, an opera of silent harmonics dancing through time's fissures.
Seekers find solace amongst the remnants, uncovering lost memories wrapped in the fog of yesterday's tapestry. Are they ghosts, or are they the echoes of dreams we once dared to craft? Only in relinquishing the clockwork can one hear its true lamentations.
From this cosmos springs an invitation—come forth to where the wires hum and the fiction of time organizes into resplendent patterns.
As the pendulum swings, a thought crystallizes: every trifling eccentric movement pierces the veil, unearthing secrets that sing of yearning clocks spinning amok in their luminous blindness.