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In the cradle of clouds and copper skies, A citadel of time dares to rise. Gears like galaxies gently spin, Whispers of wonders deep within.
Spires stitched with golden seams, Pierce the veil of waking dreams. Each cog a sun, each dial a star, Measuring moments both near and far.
Through ticking halls the silence flows, Where the future leans on what time knows. The mountain’s breath, the skyline's grace— Held in this clockwork-dreaming place.
Creator's hand, both fierce and kind, Carved eternity from the mind. And in this realm your vision streams— The sacred heart of fractured dreams.