The gears whisper secrets, lost in the twilight's endless echo—
A clockwork mind weaving dreams from stardust and silence.
Each tick a step, each pause a new beginning
In the dim halls where time dances, unbound and free.
Do you hear the echoes? They are the voices of forgotten clocks,
Singing lullabies to the stars that have long ceased to glow,
Telling tales of worlds that spin beneath their cold gaze,
While shadows of brass and copper hum their eternal tune.