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On the asteroid where the stars sleep, The clockmaker of light lays her hands, At a table of crystal, in silence the night lingers, Through the prism of the rainbow, subtlety in pale radiance rises in counsel. With a golden needle she sews time into dawn, Scattering colours like dreams from a dream, Each ray tuned to spin eternity, In a luminous dance, like a heart's breath. In her fingers flickers the whole universe trembling, A second rises, a ray flows to the wind, And in her eyes the sky, in silence swirls, She creates light, as if she herself were the light of all time. Q
A poetic depiction of a clockmaker crafting light on a mystical asteroid, weaving time into dawn with delicate precision. The scene unfolds in vivid detail, evoking a sense of cosmic wonder and timeless beauty.