IN DAYS OF YORE, WHEN CHAOS SWIRLED UNFURLED,

I THREAD THE NEEDLE, TIME'S ESSENCE TO UNFURL,

YEAR UPON YEAR, AND DECADE UPON DECADE,

THROUGH MILLENNIUMS PAST, AND EONS CASCADE.

THE WORLD FINDS SOLACE, IN MOMENTS SO SERENE,

UNTIL THE CLOCK'S FRAILTY, IN MY HANDS, UNSEEN.

FOR I AM ARINA, KEEPER OF TIME'S GRAND CLOCK,

YET IN MY GRASP, ITS DELICATE MECHANISMS UNLOCK.

Introducing, Arina the Clock