Chronos' Embrace
Reflection
In the depths of time, where moments dissolve,
A golden clock floats, a sentinel of eternity.
Its hands, steady yet fluid, dance with the tide,
A silent witness to the ebb and flow of life's tides.
The blue and orange hues swirl like dreams,
A cosmic ballet of time and space, entwined.
The clock, a symbol of order amidst chaos,
Speaks to the soul, urging us to pause.
Its Roman numerals, bold and timeless,
Stand firm against the liquid embrace of the unknown.
A reminder that time is both our guide and our cage,
A paradox of freedom and constraint.
In this surreal landscape, we find ourselves reflected,
Asking questions of our fleeting existence.
The clock, a talisman of memory and hope,
Invites us to embrace the present, yet dream of the future.
For in the embrace of Chronos, we are both mortal and eternal,
A fleeting moment caught in the infinite dance of time.