In fragile realms where time stands still,
Where gears bloom petals, soft and chill,
Enamel dreams in glass take flight,
A frozen dance of color bright.
Clockwork butterflies never land,
On crystal leaves by zephyrs fanned,
While creature-clocks in playful pose,
Tell tales that time itself froze.
In this garden, eternally wound,
Where ticking heartbeats make no sound,
A timeless Eden caught in glass,
Where seconds, years, and eons pass.
Chrono-Bloom, a world apart,
Where time and nature blend to art.