Time Keeper - Chapter 1Thunder shook the many shelves surrounding the workshop table, many of which were cluttered with woodworking tools and newspaper clippings. A preserved bird skeleton jittered on a high shelf and threatened to collapse. Flasks and bottles clinked together.Tucked into the nest of his collectables, a man sat hunched over the small wooden table. The commotion was but a fragment of disgrace to his tedious work. A turn of a screwdriver; a tap of hammer; he laid out his tools and paused just a moment to adjust his spectacles beneath hushpuppy eyebrows, then turned his creation over to test its clockwork interior. A tap of his finger started the pendulum's swing. Gears caught and held, turning each other to rotate black hands upon a porcelain face. That was when he started counting, or at least heard the numbers calculating in the back of his mind; counting down from thirty seconds.In the realm of the unconscious, time meant very little. Thus was the state of mind every sinking moment until
The Sea King and the FirebirdTo dance upon waves is a wondrous thing,When fire meets water to entice the Sea King.They'll dance the night away until daybreak does spy,And washes of color fades away with the tide.