Vignette Collection

Rewind

She is lost in the place which is neither here nor there. It was strange, really, but to her, it is all she has ever known.

They called her the Timekeeper. Her world is composed of clocks, each with their own funny little hands, ticking towards painted letters in an eternal cycle, loops drawn along the fabric of time- confident, even, incessant.

Their faces reflect what was, what is, and what has been. They are framed in wood, set in metal, wreathed in bone, encased in glass.

They whisper stories. Tales of civilizations, of human achievements. Of the breadth of emotions and the logistics of thought.

And she, the Timekeeper, she listens.  From her fingers swings a Key. It was thought to be The Key To The World, but really, it is that of The Universe, holding secrets to more doors locked than those known.

Even the Timekeeper didn't understand its true potential. Trapped in the cyclical nature of her existence, and surrounded by that of others, she can only use the Key to reset the clocks when the springs wind down as told by the time around her.

Her job is endless, yet finite. Until the the door to a new universe opens at the end of days.

Then a new cycle begins.