Clockday is a gentle rain falling on the parched wastelands of the Newgrounds portal, a rejuvenator of flora, a cleanser of melancholy.
It weaves a tapestry of unification and coalition, reverberating and undulating deep beneath the fabric of the gentle Newgrounds populous; infusing them with understanding and compassion for Clocks and non-Clocks alike.
It quenches them: in thirst foremost; but equally tempering their molten shapeless forms in the white-heat of StrawberryClock's love and bestowing upon them the alms of kinship. The slow, consistant longing in their hearts dissapates and is replaced steadfast with the peaceful quiescent solace of Clockhood.
Only in their hatreds' death, Clockhood is bequeathed - it is only by the Clock Haters revelation that they awaken and see the truth. It is painful at first, their atrophied souls cannot see the meaning or prowess of Clock Movies, but eventually a realization dawns and it is a glimpse into ones own future... ones destiny is manifest. For one day, we are all Clocks! For one day, the clock-shaped void within is filled to the brim! Overflowing with masterpieces of all variety, we can gaze on the splendor and majesty that lies within us all.
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