Oh, a lost soul has arrived.

What is the matter? Why are you looking around so frantically?

There is no need to rush. For now, please take your time and enjoy this space ♪

Time never stops; it moves for all eternity. Its second hand ticks regularly, weaving a constant rhythm.

When you blink, when you take a step, when you breathe—time is moving.

And time that has passed can never be reclaimed.

My, my... who decided that the second hand must turn clockwise?

　 　 　 You are trapped in a certain space. The sky is pitch black and unnaturally distorted, and countless clocks float in the air, warped and twisted.

Before you, massive clock towers loom, their second hands ticking away at an unchanging speed.

Ah, you've arrived. Tell me, how do you find this place? Is it wonderful? Or is it a nightmare?

Well, it doesn't really matter. After all,

You won't be able to leave this place anyway.

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