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A single, selfreplicating cluster of crystalline lichen grows on the underside of a floating, inverted clock tower suspended in the middle of a vast, still sky made entirely of solidified twilight. The lichen does not photosynthesizeit absorbs the silence between heartbeats, its fronds pulsing with the faint, bioluminescent afterimage of a lullaby sung in a language that no longer exists. The clock tower does not tell timeit measures the weight of unspoken apologies, its hands made of braided moonlight and compressed regret, each tick echoing not as sound but as a ripple in the air that forms the shape of a hand reaching toward a door that was never opened. The sky above is not

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