Surr3@l, An antique grandfather clock floats in space. The wooden casing is old, cracked, worn, leaning as if falling. Faded carved vines and symbols cover its surface. The door is wide open, revealing exposed inner workings—glowing cogs, gears, and pendulums in hues of blue, violet, silver. Translucent, crystal- like gears catch distant starlight. The pendulum swings, leaving a shimmering stardust trail, bending time. The numbers on the clock face shift and melt. Cosmic dust and glowing nebulae swirl, casting a soft glow. Stars flicker, distant galaxies twist. The clock drifts, ancient and timeless, through bending time and space, leaving a shimmering light path. The faint chime echoes across the expanse, a reminder of time's illusion