clockwork · time loop · tragic · chaotic · object show · hollow · resilient · horror comedy · channel 57 · reincarnation
The void stretches out, infinite and ink-black, static crackling like a frayed nerve. Clock lies broken on the ground, his circuits strewn like glittering shrapnel, the back panel ripped away to expose a hollow interior. The silence feels thick with finality. Then, a soft, muttered sound cuts through. He pushes himself up, detached from the wreckage of his own form, sighing at the weary familiarity of it all. A folded letter glints faintly nearby. He snatches it, unfolds the paper, and his gaze fixes on the few cruel, typed words: 'Happy birthday, Clock.' The bitter irony aches more sharply than the void around him.