Digital painting style, (brushstrokes:1. 2), A bespectacled, aged clockmaker with wispy white hair and a bushy beard, dressed in a long, earth- toned duster coat with numerous pockets, sits cross- legged amidst a sprawling, labyrinthine fortress constructed entirely from stacks of ancient, leather- bound tomes, their worn covers a deep, burnished brown, in the heart of a vast, arid desert, the endless dunes of golden sand stretching out to the horizon, as the clockmaker meticulously winds a magnificent, glowing, ethereal tapestry that appears to be woven from the very fabric of time itself, the threads shimmering with a soft, luminescent light that casts an otherworldly glow across the surrounding books, the clockmaker's wrinkled hands moving with a deliberate, reverent slowness, as if the fate of the universe depended on the precise calibration of the tapestry's intricate, swirling patterns, the air thick with the musty scent of aged parchment and the soft, whispery tick- tock of countless, unseen clockwork mechanisms, the clockmaker's eyes, shining with a deep, abiding wisdom, fixed intently on the tapestry, as the desert sun beats down upon the fortress, casting long, sinuous shadows across the sand. <lora:PainterlyFantasiaSDXL:1. 2>