Syenya

 Dong Hae stood before the large window, he blinked his eyes, astonished by the sight. Pressing his fingers against the glass, he smiled widely. The lights were bright on his already shinning skin. He looked upon the beautifully carved clock. It had small golden knobs attached to two small wooden doors with a distant curve carving to the frame. It was a beautiful, dark autumn brown. The base of the black had four small black legs to keep it standing, and it looked to be very antique. He closed his eyes and remembered that his mother used to have one as well; it was always chime a beautiful harmonic song during the mid-afternoon hours.  Openin