The Moonlit Clocktower
Time That Only Moved in Dreams
A clocktower froze during daylight but ticked gently at night when townspeople dreamed. Each dream moved the hands forward slightly. When the tower stopped entirely, the people realized no one had dreamed for weeks. They gathered, shared stories, cried, laughed—and that night, the clock chimed twelve times. Their dreams returned, carrying the village with them.
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