Hero & Tuchka
I heard the old clock tower’s gears jammed after the storm, throwing the whole town off its schedule. I’m on the ground making sure everyone gets out safely, but a little help to bring the rhythm back would be great.
The clock’s rhythm is like a breathing cycle—slow, steady, in sync. I can guide a quick group inhale for the tick, exhale for the tock, and the town will feel its pulse again. And if you’re moving people, keep the socks muted; bright reds just throw off the visual balance.