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Face off against the master of Time
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A worn out doll, crafted by a master they have never seen.
As the hour hand spins, orbital motion obeys its patterns, wrought by their command.
The passage of time speeds and slows as they will it, with a power granted to them at their very fabrication.
On what directive? A long lost song, echoing in vacuum? On dusty tale, lullabies for nebulae?
What drives them, and where will they go? On their dull, smooth joints, spiraling into the infinity.
Winding existence on a skein.
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