Temples of Reflections: The Clock

Have you ever found a clock that speaks softly in moonlight? It whispered fragments of futures imbued with velvet shadows.

Imagine a temple where echoes dance on walls adorned with whispers of yesterday. In this twilight chamber, clocks don't tick, they harmonize.

Envision a square clock, round yet square, computes the count of dreams in abstract alignment. Does it ever pause?

Mystic Room

They say every tick aligns an unseen thread in the tapestry of what could be... or what should not have been.