An antique grandfather clock stands tall, its outer wooden casing worn but elegant, with intricate carvings of vines and symbols etched into its dark, polished surface. The clock’s inner workings are completely exposed, revealing an elaborate network of cogs, gears, and pendulums that move in perfect, rhythmic harmony. However, these mechanisms are not made of ordinary metal—instead, they glow with an ethereal light, shifting in soft hues of blue and violet as if imbued with otherworldly energy. Each gear appears translucent, as though carved from glass or crystal, catching the light in strange, hypnotic ways. The pendulum swings slowly, leaving a faint trail of shimmering light in its wake, as if time itself is being bent and warped. Surrounding the clock, faint wisps of mist drift through the air, adding a mystical, dreamlike quality to the scene. The numbers on the clock face are not static; they subtly shift and melt, giving the impression that time is fluid, no longer confined to its usual boundaries. The clock exists in a space where reality bends, and its every tick resonates with a soft, melodic chime that seems to echo from another dimension