My first short fiction piece since Recover the Love Song, so about 7 months. I wrote this while procrastinating on the short story that I had to turn in for my creative writing class. It’s fantasy, so I’m not turning it in. This is in part a tribute to masterpiece Simoun and in part an objection to video games that use stylized clocks as graphical elements in time-flavored spells. Note: an expanded version of this is hitting my short fiction workshop soon.