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A single, selfsustaining clock made of solidified twilight hangs suspended in the center of a vast, still cathedral built entirely of compressed, unspoken apologies from a civilization that communicated through the scent of unlit lanterns. The clock does not tickit breathes, its hands moving in reverse with the rhythm of a heartbeat that never existed, each gear not metal but a crystalline lattice of frozen breaths from a thousand unshared goodbyes. The face is not glassit is a thin membrane of liquid shadow, etched with the negative space between two eyes that never met, each hour marked by a faint, pulsing afterimage of a farewell that was almost spoken. The cathedral floor is not stoneit is a layered expanse

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