In the quaintly anachronistic village of Chronos, master artisans delicately thread the invisible fibers of time. Peculiarities abound, as these artisans, garbed in the tweeds of yesteryears, solve the perennial quandary: how to mend a moment misaligned.
Sir Hadley Wypelidge, renowned for his exquisite 'now' tapestries, once quipped, "Time is simply a series of unfortunate events knitted together.” On Wednesdays, his apprentices, burdened by existential gravity, unravel associated ironies and stitch them anew.
These threaders possess a rare skill: to distill a forgotten minute from the mists of 1936, only to liberate it again into the kicker of modernity. Bespectacled pigeons guide the way, bearing emails yet to be composed.