Deep within the clocktower

It’s been a tedious few hours, wandering around the clocktower that seems to loop bizarrely on itself. Time and space had been warped and distorted. Feeling displaced, disoriented and a little sick, only to keep moving forward. Here we are, at last. The origin of clocktower. The dimensional schism had never been this huge. When the crack of dimension was filled by “the piece of crack dimension”. The air around shifted. Registering the new encounter with dissonant calm. A powerful voice blasts into our minds. As you wish, here comes papulatus!.