However, they were still missing the movement that would power this miniature universe. To the energy knowingly captured by the leaf springs and transmitted to the minuscule gears, he added the most delicate heart. Lighter than stardust, the twirling tourbillon sets the beat of a stunning two-step waltz. Thirty six thousand times per hour, the toing and froing balance wheel steers two gold hands, the only components allowed to fly so close to the scintillating meteor. Its unerringly regular revolutions seem to mimic the life of the one that once orbited another body, before fate caused it to fall into the hands of the two magicians.
Many months have now passed and the red-hot breath of the forge has caused the watchmaker to forget the vagaries of the seasons and the dark of the night. He tenderly seals the fine case sheltering his masterpiece with gold and glass. He delicately encloses it within two cradles as blue as the showcase they hold and as flexible as the wings of a butterfly. Finally, he lovingly caresses it with his fingertips, admiring the curves that he has fashioned and which will soon leave him for the arms of another. Gazing up at the sky, he looks deep into the twilight’s nascent stars and rejoices. Although he has lost his star, he knows that its sisters are smiling down on him – just like the man whose wrist his star will one day embrace.
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