Time's Fragile Majesty

In the stillness of a fading sky, a clock stands tall, its grandeur slowly unraveling. The face, once a symbol of order, now cracked and broken, spills its inner workings into the void. The hands, frozen in time, point to a moment lost forever. The surrounding landscape, serene and untouched, reflects the beauty of the unbroken, while the clock's destruction speaks of the fragility of time itself. As debris falls, like memories, into the waters below, the clock's remains dissolve, leaving behind a pool of red, a reminder of the passion and life that once pulsed through its mechanisms. In this surreal tableau, we are reminded that time, though majestic, is also ephemeral, and that our moments, like the clock's fragments, are slipping away, lost in the sands of eternity.