the-king-of-the-wind​

       another day… another PASSING of the hour… tick tock, tick tock…
       it didn’t matter how many times he reset the dial, or how many
       times he walked OUT of those doors from beneath the clocktower.
       it was a repeating image firmly imprinted in his mind, around and
       around they would go, each day more DAUNTING than the last as
       they all took turns inserting the next coin.

                   the threads of TIME had become tightly woven once more, the
                   town roaring to life around him as he took his first steps from
                   the wooden boardwalk and AWAY from the construction workers
                   that yelled and cried for completion.

       his eyes barely lifted toward an unfamiliar face, blond hair, an
       ODD outfit. perhaps the death of one he’d witnessed had once
       again changed the flow of time. perhaps now more people would
       come into the city, DENYING the existence of the moon above them.
       but nightfall here would not be so forgiving, not so long as the red
       eyes of the moon bore down upon them in a hellish glow.

               ❝ you should take refuge, ❞ was all he said.