The first thing Tina noticed was the silence.
No answer.
The Attic was a cathedral of dust. Cobwebs draped like funeral veils. And at its center, on a pedestal of fossilized clock hands, sat the chrono-core: a golden egg the size of her head, covered in tiny, silent dials. Tina the Bunny Maid -Final- By MikiY
She took the scroll.
“You’re late,” he said. “The tea is cold.” The first thing Tina noticed was the silence
Tina adjusted her bow—a perfect, powder-blue satin knot that had become her signature—and smoothed the front of her starched apron. Her long, cream-colored ears twitched, scanning for sound. Nothing. Even the ghost of the late Viscount, who usually rattled his chains in the West Corridor precisely at 2:17 PM, was absent. covered in tiny