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Toys #550
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
- #550
- Toy Type
- Music Box
- Materials
- Stained Oak
- Era Finish
- Warm Polished Finish
- Complexity
- Multi-jointed
- Backdrop
- Neutral Fabric
- Rarity
- Common
Owner information
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