Point of view.
Bit by bit, piece by piece, the cogs and bolts are fastened together in what is to become an unusual thing of beauty. It is born of metal.
Hammered from iron and steel, it is give shape. The insides are placed like organs in a body until finally all of the pieces fit together, making this angel whole.
As she takes her first move, the hydraulics begin to form and she is essentially taking her first breathe, the Great Engineer buttons her up with a smile and a nod of satisfaction. Another of his daughter has been completed to go out into the world with a purpose only she will be about to discover.
Born with a personality and a purpose. The Angel is then handed her tool belt and sent out into the world. Not knowing what she is truly about to face. She is not certain if she is expecting danger with her first breathe.
Her purpose, her destiny is for her to discover. That is the way of the Great Engineer and of the clock work angels.
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