Ashes of the Clocktower (Remastered 2025)

Time collapsed, the tower burned,

Every gear and dream returned.

Ashes fell like winter rain,

Coating all my thoughts in pain.

Ticking hearts and broken chimes,

Echo through forgotten times.

The lantern’s glow begins to fade,

But in the ash, a choice is made.

Each step I take, the ground forgets,

Each sound repeats what’s left unsaid.

The tower moans a mournful key,

Unlocked by echoes haunting me.

Ticking hearts and broken chimes,

Echo through forgotten times.

The lantern’s glow begins to fade,

But in the ash, a choice is made.

I hold the flame against the storm,

Its warmth becomes another form.

I see the keys — they twist, they gleam,

They open doors inside a dream.

The smoke dissolves, the world rewinds,

The gears align with ghostly rhymes.

And through the dust, I see her face —

The one I was, the one I chased.