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Toys #121
Every token portrays a unique handcrafted toy photographed with antique atmosphere: warm workshop lighting, textured wood, burnished brass, gears, springs, glass lenses and subtle steam or dust.
The models explore mechanical imagination rather than fantasy — tiny machines that feel both real and enchanted, as if discovered in an inventor’s attic or under glass at an old-world exhibition.
Token information
- Collection
- Toys
- Token ID
- #121
- Toy Type
- Clockwork Animal
- Materials
- Painted Wood
- Era Finish
- Clean Victorian Light
- Complexity
- Simple Toy
- Backdrop
- Velvet Cloth
- Rarity
- Common
Owner information
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