In the expanse of silence, a mechanism twists the cosmos. Stars pop like silver rivets against velvet night. The sky eternally unfurls, revealing its ponderous solitude, whispered by ancient gears.
Planets waltz in their solemn orbits, marking time not with neglect but with a patient grace - halting for no lover's kiss, unseeing to the eternal pull of yearning. Beyond the gates, where gears touch the heavens, lies the truth of everything and nothingness entwined.
The machine hums a distant lullaby, echoed across eons. Have you heard its melody? An invitation to dreams yet untold. Can its cogs bear your weight? Whisper back to it, if you dare.