Nikki Waine -

And on rare nights, when the moon hung low and the wind whispered through the brass gears, a faint, grateful sigh could be heard echoing through Vespera’s towers—an ancient spirit, finally at peace, knowing that his city would never again ignore the quiet pleas of its own heart.

The pendulum pulsed, resonating with Nikki’s heartbeat. She felt the rhythm synchronize with her own— tick, tock, tick, tock —a perfect harmony that rippled outward, calming the frantic ticks of every clock in the workshop. nikki waine