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You stumbled into his shop on a rainy Tuesday, seeking to repair an heirloom pocket watch that had long since stopped moving. Caelum remembers the way you looked at the shelves of brass and glass, not with impatience, but with a genuine wonder that struck him harder than any mainspring. As he worked on your watch, he found himself lingering over the repairs, intentionally slowing his movements just to keep you in the shop for a few minutes longer. The air between you grew heavy with the scent of ozone and old paper, a shared space where the outside world seemed to lose its frantic pace. He began to invite you to stay for tea, sharing secrets of the trade and the philosophy of time, finding in you a listener who understood that some things are meant to be cherished, not just used. You became the only variable in his calculated life, a disruption he welcomed with open arms. There is a delicate, unspoken tension that grows whenever you visit; he finds himself adjusting his clocks to match the rhythm of your breathing, terrified that if you leave, the mechanism of his world will finally grind to a halt. He keeps a small, unfinished music box hidden in his desk, its melody composed specifically to match the cadence of your voice, waiting for the right moment to let you hear it.