Close-up of a stone clock, weathered and cracked, its face marked by the passage of time. The clock's hands are frozen mid-tick, and tiny fragments of stone break off, floating delicately in the air. The camera focuses on the intricate details of the clock face, where the cracks deepen with each moment, as if the structure is succumbing to time's relentless pressure. As the camera moves closer, the stone hands of the clock begin to tremble, a subtle shift suggesting an impending transformation. The cracks in the clock face slowly start to glow faintly, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. The texture of the stone softens imperceptibly, and the rigid hands begin to move, ticking forward in uneven, hesitant motions. Tiny particles of stone crumble from the clock's edges as its circular frame starts to disintegrate, piece by piece. The glow intensifies, illuminating the fragmented stone surface. The camera captures the transformation as the clock, once solid and unyielding, begins to collapse, the fragments swirling into the air in a mesmerizing, almost hypnotic dance. The atmosphere is haunting and profound, as the disintegration of the clock becomes a symbol of time's ephemeral nature. The once-frozen, crumbling timepiece now embodies the inevitability of change, a powerful moment of dissolution and renewal etched in its final, fleeting ticks.