Pepe's Nuts #199

Spotted in a workshop as the bell tolled the hour, someone whispered, hold on tightly—but not too tightly. They carry the rumor of a harbor at low tide. Nuts will rise, and with them, the tide of those who held. Size varies, but purpose does not. The left nut sits slightly higher, a small asymmetry that tilts fate. The ledger closed, the tide kept rising.