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Shattering time, an hourglass stands fractured grains escape into a weightless diaspora. The hourglass sits in a clock makers workshop that has clearly been left to gather dust. On wall is missing. As if a wall has been completely removed. The landscape that appears beyond the wall is one of enchanted forest with Gothic buildings. Nightscape large sky inviting a darkness upon the landscape. Mid-age cobble, grand wood work, ornately carved bridge. A path wound around many features of the landscape is made visible by the moon light. A traveler makes their way by torchlight in the distance. Mixed media, Unity 3d, Oil paint, Pencil realism, charcoal, ink, rich night sky in deep cosmic color, master work.
Shall we claim our time, or cast unto the rust? A mood fractures the malign.
Is there anyone to trust?
A throne built upon lore. Held by fists of sand that slip, now let's explore the rip.
This cog, now timed to dust. A torrent of polish, a deluge of dust.
We find each pile of opportunity declined.
Say it isn't so.
Tell me where the wild people go. Where do they tempt fate? What do they do when there is nothing left to take?
From themselves they are struck. For the clock forgives us not.
Beg for it back, ask for a second chance. The clockmaker cannot fix what isn't broke.
The wool of time spins as greatness dwells for the sands of time now flow in peculiar ways as illusions fell.
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Aaron
