A Clock of Many Times

The watch was an old, circular object. Some weird engravings covered the front of the pocket watch, I had owned this thing for my whole life, and to this very day, I still had no clue what they meant. Thinking back to the day that I discovered what this simple trinket was capable of, I wish that I hadn’t figured it out. Sure, I had an enjoyable time for a while, but that couldn’t have ever lasted, no matter what dimension you could escape to, nobody can be happy for long. Something will always ruin your happiness, just like this clock ruined mine.

Written with my friend, @4booknerd4