“To my dearest Tina: You were never a servant. You were the only heartbeat this old clock ever had. Give me one more sunrise with you. That’s all I ask. – A”
And then he laughed. A real laugh, rusty but warm, like an old music box playing one last waltz. Tina the Bunny Maid -Final- By MikiY
“I know, my Lord.”
The Attic was a cathedral of dust. Cobwebs draped like funeral veils. And at its center, on a pedestal of fossilized clock hands, sat the chrono-core: a golden egg the size of her head, covered in tiny, silent dials. “To my dearest Tina: You were never a servant
Behind her, the Grand Clockwork Estate ticked once—a single, perfect note—and then fell still forever. rusty but warm