You could buy almost any watch on earth. Not this one. You don't buy your way in – only fifty exist.
The red draining down the dial isn't a feature. It's a countdown. It started the day you were born, and it hasn't stopped.
The mountain, unclimbed. The business, unstarted. The strongest years you'll ever have, spent waiting.
That's what it's counting. And this is for conquerors only.
Fifty men. Then the door closes.