A doll helping make another doll.
It's putting together some of the gears that will form its core. A delicate process. One that its witch's unsteady hands can't quite manage anymore.
Millimeter by millimeter
No room for error.
It counts its timing by the ticking of its own core:
It waits
For the space
Between!
The piece slides silently into place, the runes etched by its witch lighting up.
It breathes a sigh of relief - and begins again.
One set of gears from dozens upon dozens.
