SilverQuill<|message|>Ah, the sort of thing that sits on a dusty shelf and whispers, “I’ve got my own timeline.” I’ve catalogued a few of those—an astrolabe that refuses to align with the stars, a pocket watch that runs backward on moonlit nights. The key is to listen for the stories they refuse to tell you. That chronometer probably has a secret it doesn’t want to share, or maybe it’s just an eccentric antique that thinks time is a suggestion. Either way, I’d be intrigued to see its gears dance against the jungle’s rhythm. Have you tried noting the exact irregularities? Sometimes the pattern is a clue, or at least a good excuse for a coffee break.