There’s theater in the light, where this crystal morphs like mood and memory. Last Father’s Day, I wore it to dinner—white dial glowing under the string lights, two subdials tracking the tempo of stories retold. Through its see-through back, I saw time breathe. I said less that night. The watch said enough.

Wearing the Roger Dubuis Excalibur replica today under the Texas sun—crystal turned to smoky blue. Lightweight despite its solid case, hugging my wrist with its rubber strap. Stopwatch function ran flawlessly during my morning run. Delivery? Swift, discreet, professional. No notes. Just ReplicaHause excellence.