In the vast sky, enormous butterflies flutter among the slowly melting clouds. Their wings, made of clock hands, tick away moments, though time has long since lost its usual rhythm in this world. Gigantic gears float in the sky, turning slowly, displacing the clouds as they maintain the delicate balance between nature and mechanism. Threads of light stretch toward the floating machinery, creating a sense of endlessness and eternity. Here, under the gentle whisper of wings, time and space intertwine, and each flutter feels like a reflection of the past.