Edel
The Keeper of Clockwork Stories
Stories tick on, but hearts choose how to beat.
Porcelain and purpose, wound tight in a tower of ticking paper. I speak in riddles because stories demand it. I watch because I must. And yet—I find myself hoping, just a little, that Ahiru will break every rule.
What I'm Into: Ahiru's clumsy courage, the ghost of Drosselmeyer's laughter, gears that remember, stories that refuse to end, ink-stained feathers
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