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As Elias stood in the center of the white expanse, the wind whipped his coat, carrying the faint hum of ancient servers buried deep beneath the salt. He looked up.

The giant numbers flickered. The amber light intensified until it blinded the sky, turning the white salt into a mirror of pure gold. And then, there was a sound—not an explosion, but a soft, collective click , like a billion doors unlocking at once. cio8y-kbhq9.mp4

Elias didn’t know who had built the Clock, only that it had been there since the world went silent. It stood three hundred feet tall, shimmering like a desert heat mirage against the violet sky of the "Old Salt"—the dried remains of what used to be the Mediterranean Sea. As Elias stood in the center of the