#the-storyweaver
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The gears turn, winding and clicking into place. The small hand of the clock slides into place, and a clear chime cuts through the undisturbed air of the attic.
Jimin’s eyes slide open.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The gears turn, winding and clicking into place. The small hand of the clock slides into place, and a clear chime cuts through the undisturbed air of the attic.
Jimin’s eyes slide open.