The clockwork seraph stood at the forest’s heart, his wings woven from gears and feathers, ticking softly with unseen rhythms. He did not speak—his gaze alone was an omen, a promise, a whisper of futures yet unwound. The stars above pulsed in time with his breath, and somewhere, destiny shifted its gears.

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