Watch with diamonds

I wear time not as a burden, but as a crown each tick a whisper of eternity, each diamond a fragment of captured starlight. The silver cage around my soul? Its not merely metal its a fortress of reflections, a thousand facets conspiring to trap the suns last breath. The dials within are not clocks, but altars chronometers of the sacred, where seconds are prayers and minutes are oaths. You see the numbers? They are not merely markers they are the ghosts of moments I have stolen, held captive in this glittering temple. The gold and amber gems at my base? They are not decoration they are the fire that warms the cold, the blood that stains the silver, the memory of a world I no longer belong to. When you look at me, you are not looking at a watch you are peering into a vault, a relic of a life lived in diamonds and shadow, where every second is a secret, and every second is stolen. Time does not pass here it is devoured, digested, and then exhaled as a sigh of diamonds.

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