Literary is a watchface for people who find numbers cold. Time is spoken in words — half past nine, twenty to four — paired with a rotating literary fragment that changes every minute and shifts its structure every three hours. No two glances read the same.
Your data is here too, but rendered as prose. Steps since waking. Power remaining. A date that sits quietly in the text. None of it shouts.
At the bottom of the screen, a handcrafted dot-matrix analog clock occupies the right corner. To its left, choose your companion graphic: a smooth sine rhythm wave, an hourly step bar chart with the current hour lit white, a battery sparkline tracing the day's drain, or a red dot ECG — a heartbeat drawn in a 14×6 grid of coloured dots, scrolling one column per minute.
Press SELECT to open settings. Choose your widget. Choose your font — compact, standard, bold, or large. Both choices survive reboots.
Literary doesn't tell you the time. It describes it.