I am a speck of dust, a minuscule traveler in a vast world of gears, springs, and ticking precision. My journey begins at the crown, that knurled edge where human fingers often twist and wind the watch's heart. As the crown turns, it sends a ripple of energy through the watch, a faint vibration nudging me into motion. I slip past the ridges, drawn into …
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