They called him the Keeper of Lost Minutes. Every time someone sighed and said, “If only I had more time,” he caught that wish and stored it in the space between ticking seconds. When the clocks grew too heavy with longing, he opened the stone gate and let the hours drift into dreams — where time finally remembered how to dance.
They called him the Keeper of Lost Minutes. Every time someone sighed and said, “If only I had more time,” he caught that wish and stored it in the space between ticking seconds. When the clocks grew too heavy with longing, he opened the stone gate and let the hours drift into dreams — where time finally remembered how to dance.
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