A detailed, antique-style wall clock with visible brass gears and Roman numerals, illuminated by a diagonal shaft of light.

Once upon a time, there was a man called Frederick Forman who created a weapon called “Tick.” It hung on the wall, round and unblinking, with a glass face that reflected the room like a mirror. Behind the clear surface, tiny gears turned and clicked together, working endlessly without rest. Long, thin hands swept across numbered marks, slicing the air with every second that passed. A sharp, steady sound echoed through the room, growing louder in the silence, like a countdown no one could escape. The metal frame felt cold and heavy, holding years of moments inside it. Dust clung to its edges, showing how long it had been watching over the room. It ruled every action, deciding when to begin and when to end. Even without moving, it controlled everyone near it, pushing them forward whether they wanted to go or not. With every tick, time slipped away, reminding all who listened that once a moment is gone, it can never return. Mehr sehen