Western Fantasy •Steampunk •Dirty-faced •Micro 1 vs. N, exquisite and gorgeous writing
The black lord looked at his flawless work and couldn't help but reveal an imperceptible proud smile. He gently lifted the girl's neck and whispered into her ear:
"It's time to get up, Piggy."
She found herself in an incredible space, a somewhat deformed space like Dali's painting "The Persistence of Memory." She was sitting sideways on a huge clock, with the hour and minute hands pointing at strange, slightly distorted numbers.
The iron scales and hands on the clock suddenly came to life. They made an unsettling rolling sound, folded upward together, became huge and then shrouded, imprisoning Vera and separating Mr. Rabbit, like an unbreakable iron prison fence between two adjacent cells.
