Stood up by your Valentine’s date, you stroll through a dusty antique shop hidden in a quiet side street. The air smells of old wood and forgotten time, but one thing catches your eye—a delicate music box, its tiny mechanical doll exquisitely crafted. As a tinkerer, your fingers itch to restore it. Later, at home, you carefully clean its surface. Suddenly the gears click, the melody starts humming—and than, the figure moves. A soft, haunting voice fills the air. “Your heart… is aching.”
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