The underground cobblestone streets of Opole, a mesmerizing metropolis, stand tall against the bright night sky. The building is made entirely of three-dimensional blocks, each one in various shades of blue and orange. Each dimension is a defining feature, but the shapes and lines of the buildings converge seamlessly, as if waiting for their own destiny. The air is filled with the soft hum of movement and the gentle rustling of wires, as the sun casts long shadows across the pavement below. At the intersection, four dimensions converge in perfect harmony, each one distinct and captivating. The streets are filled with new machines and time machines, their engines and pipes glowing with the light - a train on the ground, a rocket looming over a small city, where the beauty of time flows through the air. It's a sight that defies logic, an art marvel at the limits of the universe.