Fantastique Review

Was it a hallucination brought on by the fumes of his cleaning oils? Or had the veiled woman brought something that defied the very laws of the world Elias spent his life measuring?

Elias spent days at his workbench. As he opened the casing, he found no gears. Instead, a series of delicate, glass-like capillaries hummed with a soft, rhythmic vibration. That night, as he slept, the rhythmic ticking began to change. It wasn't the sound of metal on metal—it was the sound of a heavy, wet thumping. Fantastique

As he looked back into the mirror, he saw a hand—veiled in black—reach out from the glass toward his shoulder. Elias felt a cold touch on his skin, but when he looked at his shoulder in the physical world, there was nothing there but the settling dust of his workshop. He remained caught in that shivering gap between what he knew to be true and what he could no longer deny. Fantasy Sub-Genre Guide - Fantastique - Wattpad Was it a hallucination brought on by the