In the somber corridors of the Chronomancer’s domain, echoes of forgotten stories clasped at the edges of time. The clockwork mind, an amalgamation of gears and whispered dreams, hummed softly as it recalled tales no one dared to remember.

One such tale, lost to the clocks but never vanished, spoke of a boy who danced with shadows, crafting them into puppets who mimicked the world above.
He named one "Tim", a mischief-maker who turned the moon into a giant silver wheel each night. Together, they rode the skies until twilight deemed them too rowdy for serenity's landscape.