Chronos' Melting Dream

In the embrace of time's eternal dance, A clock dissolves, its hands no longer strong. Dripping into the golden sands of change, It whispers secrets of moments long forgotten. The sky above, a canvas of surreal hues, Where reality bends and logic fades. Clocks float like dreams, suspended in air, Each tick a memory, each tock a sigh. The water below mirrors the sky's embrace, A liquid mirror of time's endless flow. Here, the past and future merge in grace, A symphony of moments, both lost and found. You, too, are part of this timeless tapestry, A traveler through the corridors of time. Let this image be a mirror to your soul, A reminder that time is both your guide and your muse. Embrace the fluidity of existence, For in the melting of time lies transformation. Find your rhythm in the chaos of change, And let your spirit dance with Chronos' dream.