Fallen Clock: Still Hands

The world counts everything. Steps, calories, clicks, followers, profits. Every breath reduced to a metric, every heartbeat logged as data. But what happens when the counters stop? When silence replaces the static, and the only currency left is the weight of wood, the warmth of tea, the laughter of a child?This is a story of reclamation. Of hands rediscovering touch, of voices learning to sing without microphones, of grief transforming into vessels that hold light instead of debt.
It is not about optimization. It is about presence. About the fragile beauty of unmeasured things. A haunting, luminous meditation on what remains when the algorithms fade - and what can be rebuilt from stillness.