The Clockmaker’s Last Hour

The old clockmaker built his final creation with trembling hands. This clock had no numbers, no ticking, no gears to mark passing moments. Instead, it measured something else entirely. When he finished, he placed it in the town square and waited. People gathered. Nothing moved. No sound. No sign of time. But slowly, the crowd fell silent, listening to the stillness. And in that stillness, they felt their lives—every regret, every joy—held in suspension. When the clockmaker finally closed his eyes, the clock struck a single, timeless note that echoed forever.