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A single, selfluminous clocktower made of solidified moonlight stands at the edge of a floating archipelago of inverted glass islands, each island a perfect mirror of a different forgotten era, reflected not in time but in emotional frequency. The tower does not tell timeit hums a low, harmonic resonance that bends gravity into visible, slowmoving ripples across the surface of the islands, each ripple revealing a ghostly, translucent silhouette of a city that never was, built from the collective memory of a species that communicated through the weight of unlit candles. The sky is not airit is a thick, viscous fog of compressed breaths from a civilization that never spoke, each particle glowing with the faint, pulsing afterimage

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