The Clock of Lost Memories The air was thick with the scent of polished wood and the soft ticking of countless clocks that lined the walls of Victor's workshop. A master clockmaker, he plied his trade in a quaint little town where time seemed almost stagnant. Yet one day, as the clouds above roiled with an eerie darkness, he discovered an antique clock unlike anything he had ever seen. It was large, ornate, and intricately carved, with symbols that seemed to whisper of ages past. Intrigued, Victor wiped its delicate surface clean and opened its ornate door. To his surprise, it didn't just tell time; it had an unusual mechanism. Its hands moved erratically, stopping sporadically at seemingly random moments. "What secrets do you hold?" he muttered to himself. As he examined it, he felt a strange pull, an electrical connection that tingled in his fingers. He could feel the weight of countless memories within his core, dormant but vibrating like an unplayed violin. Hours turned into days as he tried to set the clock, constantly distracted by fleeting images that flickered through his mind whenever he turned it. Faces of people he'd never met, places he'd…
