In the town of Timor, an old clock tower ticked away its final moments. As the hands approached midnight, its chimes would ring for the last time. Young Ellie, clutching her grandfather’s old pocket watch, whispered her wish: “Make time stop.” As the clock struck twelve, everything froze—people mid-laugh, birds mid-flight. Ellie’s wish had been granted. But as she wandered through the silent streets, she realized that even in stillness, time's absence felt like an endless void. ©twisha ray

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