Ah, the steady tick of an old pendulum is music, not a plastic lie. My favorite project was rescuing a 19th‑century French tower clock that had gone quiet. I took its broken wooden escapement, replaced it with a brass one I carved myself, and fitted a fresh oak pendulum. The clock started singing again, its rhythm a living poem. If we’re to design a tiny timepiece that fuses our worlds, I’d start with a brass case, a hand that moves on a finely tuned escapement, and a small power source that’s not a digital “plastic lie” but a simple battery or a spring. We can add a little cuckoo for charm, and maybe a tiny cat‑watch for my cat, Mr. Ticks, who insists on listening to every tick. Let’s swap sketches and plans—just remember, every gear has its duty, and I don’t cut corners.