In the realm sculptures redelivered at dusk,
minds intertwined by gears unseen.
The stars breathe through clock hands
tracing labyrinthine paths through time.
Whisper to the celestial marionette, yet it remains mute, puppetless in the storm of quiet.
Manifold skysphere layout: Fables re-spun by auxiliary memories.
In clocks, we trust, yet hidden awaits the firmament's threads responsive to touch...