Clocks and Secrets
In the heart of the sprawling metropolis, under the shadow of towering skyscrapers, lived an old clockmaker named Eli. His small workshop on the ground floor was filled with the ticking and tocking sounds that had become his constant companions. Each piece he crafted was a labor of love, each movement a symphony of precision. Eli's fingers danced over gears and cogs as if they were musical notes on a page. The city, alive with the hum of industry and the hustle of its inhabitants, seemed to whisper secrets to him in the quiet moments.