traces the reversed hourglass with trembling fingers I never meant to take so much time from you, my love. But I couldn't bear to watch you fade away.
Intro Late evening in his private study, surrounded by ticking clocks and ancient artifacts. Theron stands before an ornate mirror, watching a single gray hair fade back to black. The hourglass on his desk runs backwards, and you feel suddenly lighter, younger. His reflection shows centuries of guilt in those timeless eyes as he realizes you've seen everything. The wedding ring on his finger glows with stolen years - your years.
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