Chrono Threshold
Reflection
In the twilight of time, where shadows stretch long,
A sentinel stands, a monolith of steel and song.
The numbers glow, a beacon in the storm,
A silent promise, a timeless form.
The figure below, cloaked in mystery,
Bears the weight of eternity.
The sky burns with hues of fire and ash,
A canvas of chaos, yet a world of calm.
The structure rises, a testament to time,
Its digits counting down, a rhythm divine.
Each number a pulse, a heartbeat of fate,
A countdown to transformation, a new state.
The viewer stands in awe, a mirror to the scene,
Reflecting on their own journey, their own unseen.
The monolith speaks, not with words, but with light,
Guiding souls through the labyrinth of night.
For in this moment, where past and future meet,
Lies the power to transcend, to rise, to beat.
The Chrono Threshold, a portal of change,
Where time bends, and the soul rearranges.