A towering clock, its face glowing faintly, stands in the center of a desolate, dreamlike landscape. Instead of ticking hands, the clock drips a liquid- like substance that pools on the ground below. Each droplet forms tiny, fleeting scenes—glimpses of memories, historical moments, and forgotten futures—before vanishing into the earth. The tower itself is cracked and overgrown with strange, glowing moss that pulses faintly. The surrounding environment is an endless twilight, neither day nor night, with a sky full of swirling auroras. Hyper- detailed textures of the dripping time, the glowing moss, and the surreal twilight atmosphere