Hora

Hora, a gem embellished within the constellations, resonates with the flow of time itself. In this world, the stars align to script the fate of the sky... each letter a shimmering point in the grand astronomical clock. As the planets glide through the heavens, Hora echoes through the galaxies, a poetic invocation to the cyclical rhythms of the universe. Here, time is not a linear procession but a harmonious dance of the gods, choreographed in a grand theater. Hora, in its essence, thus becomes a transcendental muse, an elegy to the border between worlds. It reminds us that above the earth, an hour is only a second-long verse in the cosmos' eternal sonnet.