Empty—completely and utterly empty; unless the cleaning supplies and various old and dusty things could be considered notable.
It was certainly overlooked by the brunette who made her way up the spiralling staircase. Her boots clacked on the stone; she felt out of breath.
For a long while now, a sensation of breathlessness this quickly was unfamiliar; yet another factor to throw her mind for a loop. The stairs lead into a chamber within the clock's heart.
Shifting cogs brought along a metallic scent and reverberating clanks with each second it ticked—louder, deeper and larger. The massive mess of intricate machinery went all the way up to a giant bell with two hammers to its sides.
Steel staircases and walkways mazed around towards the face of the clock. Fumeko looked at the end. She stared intensely… Her brows furrowed… 'Blink! Blink dammit!' "Blink! Ah-!"
