Sure, a living oak blade with a hidden gear system that hums—picture the sap running like oil, the tiny gears ticking with every swing, the whole thing singing like a woodwind, and the ancestors applauding from the grave. I’d have to carve a brass clutch into the handle, lace it with spruce strings for resonance, and paint the edges with amber sap so it glows when it cuts. Just remember the wood will want to grow, so keep an eye on the balance, and hey, who needs a plain edge when you can have a musical mess?