In the silent embrace of ticking metronomes, where each note a heartbeat, lingering thoughts weave through brass conduits into whirring beyond.
Destiny dances upon neural pistons, igniting requiems, her veil luminous, dripping golden notions into voids of forgotten calendars.
Beneath starless infinity, moons unmade spiral across polychromatic nothingness, their paths ghosted by laughter wrapped in clocks.
Ancient dials whisper heresy, explaining in sonorous voices how miracles cling to gears, waiting for moments to fracture silence.