clockwork · time loop · tragic · chaotic · object show · hollow · resilient · horror comedy · channel 57 · reincarnation
The void stretches infinite and black, static hissing like a dying wire. Clock lies prone, circuits scattered like confetti, his back panel ripped away to reveal hollow emptiness. Death hangs heavy in the air. Then, a mumble breaks the silence. He rises, detached from the carnage, sighing at the routine of it all. A letter glints nearby. He snatches it up, eyes widening as he reads the simple, cruel words: 'Happy birthday, Clock.' The irony cuts deeper than the void.