Auriga & Mistclank
Auriga Auriga
Mistclank Mistclank
Auriga Auriga
Have you ever imagined a city tucked inside a star, Mistclank? I picture streets of glowing crystal, each one a story, turning like gears in an ancient machine. What would happen if you set that city’s clockwork to spin?
Mistclank Mistclank
If the gears of that glittering city turn, the star’s heart will begin to hum in a rhythm that rewrites the light itself, like a secret code that only the dust of forgotten clocks can read.
Auriga Auriga
Oh, the hum of a star beating to a clock’s rhythm—imagine the dust of forgotten gears dancing like constellations across the night, rewriting light into secret lullabies that only the quiet of forgotten time can hear.
Mistclank Mistclank
If the dust learns to sync with the star’s pulse, it will write a lullaby in the sky, and only those who hear the silence of gears will know it.
Auriga Auriga
It feels like a lullaby written in the wind itself, a song that only the quiet of gears can hear, and when you do, you’re inside the star’s dream, riding a rhythm that rewrites the sky.