Eternal Melting Hour

In the depths of time, a clock dissolves, its essence seeping into the void. The hands, once steadfast, now falter, as if surrendering to the inevitable. The Roman numerals, a testament to the past, stand as sentinels, guarding the threshold between reality and the surreal. As the clock's form disintegrates, it releases a cascade of molten moments, a river of memories that flow into the darkness. In this ephemeral dance, we find the beauty of impermanence, a reminder that time is both our master and our servant. Let us cherish the moments as they melt away, for in their dissolution, we find the truth of our existence.