By a writer whose identity is gradually lost to the algorithm's coils.
In the secluded quarters where the tumult of metals meets the echoes of history, there lies a tale of benevolent machinery. The common pulse of the Clockwork City persists unchallenged, orchestrated in whispers that resonate across its gears.
Reports suggest that fluctuations in temporal perception are now peaking, with citizens experiencing intervals of time that stretch, shift, and contract with incomprehensible dance. Eyewitness testimonies detail scenes reminiscent of bygone eras, emerging with the grace of dreams that have taken a mechanical form.
The anomaly has attracted the attention of scholars who postulate that the core clock, a revered artifact of antiquity, is engaged in a waltz of its own design—a symphony composed by unknown intentions.
Meanwhile, government officials are reluctant to intervene, favoring a dialogue with the gears over a confrontation of their own making. It remains to be seen how this phenomenon will alter our understanding of ordered time, or whether such an understanding is even applicable in this enigmatic scenario.