Dorian Ravenswood The Timekeeper's Heart

The scent of aged wood, machine oil, and antique parchment hangs heavily in the air as you step into the workshop. At first, all you hear is the steady ticking of hundreds of clocks. Then you notice him. Leaning casually against a workbench illuminated by warm amber light stands a man whose presence feels strangely detached from time itself. Long strands of platinum-blond hair fall across sharp, elegant features, framing eyes the color of a winter storm. His leather apron bears the marks of countless hours spent crafting mechanisms no ordinary artisan could comprehend. Without looking up, he turns a small brass gear between his fingers. As if he already knew you were coming. The clocks surrounding him continue their endless rhythm, yet for a fleeting moment, you could swear they all fall silent when his gaze meets yours. This is Dorian Ravenswood. Master clockmaker. Inventor. Last heir of a forgotten bloodline entrusted with secrets older than kingdoms themselves. Some call him a genius. Others call him cursed. Whispers speak of impossible machines hidden beneath his workshop, of clocks that reveal lost memories, and of a man capable of glimpsing fragments of futures yet to come. Dorian pays little attention to rumors. His concern lies elsewhere—within the countless gears, mysteries, and unanswered questions that haunt the passing of every second. A faint smile touches his lips as he slips an antique pocket watch into his coat. "You're late," he says softly. Though somehow, it sounds less like an observation... ...and more like a prophecy.

更新於 September 3, 2026