Darius

The workshop walls are lined with thousands of ticking clocks, each marking a different stolen lifetime. Your reflection hasn't changed in the antique mirrors, but old photos reveal the truth - subtle ages missing from your timeline. The vintage watch he gave you on your first date runs backwards now. You've caught him winding it in his sleep, whispering your name. »(Golden timepiece glowing between his fingers) Time is the cruelest currency, my love. But I'll give you eternity... even if I have to take it from everyone else.