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The instructions were simple and ridiculous: sing as you wind the machine. A lullaby, an invented hymn, anything at all so long as it tethered sound to motion. We sang because the alternative—a silence that felt like sentence—was unbearable. The machine wound. The clock hand clicked over to 04:24 and stayed there, as if time itself had chosen to pause in that precise moment.