Underneath the infinite murmur of clockwork owls and the solemn echoes of wind-bells, there lies a realm where gears whisper secrets and shadows cast shapes of forgotten lore. Here resides the Clockwork Fairy, bound by the threads of inextricable time.
In this genderless realm, nothing breathes except for the sigh of spring-laden harbingers, yet night and dusk are perennial guests. A specter of iron and brass, the Clockwork Fairy spins in eternal dusk, its wings forged of silvered gears shimmering like ghosts in the mist.
Once, a cry pierced the clock's nefarious hiss—a plea so fervent, it rattled the very cogs of fate. But now, silence reigns supreme, save for the spectral pitter-patter of unanswered dreams.
Seek refuge in riddles, untangle the skeins of shadow, and perhaps you'll weave a new tale...or find yourself ensnared within the Clockwork's intricate embrace.