Tinker of Time & Tail

From the fogged workshops of the Clockwork Age comes a figure born of copper dreams and midnight invention. The scent of machine oil and lavender drifts through the air as blueprints flutter like caged birds around a tireless artisan of imagination. Between the hissing pipes and ticking gears, something miraculous emerges—not merely a machine, but a testament to loyalty shaped in brass and steam. The goggles aren’t costume; they are coronation.
Frame this portrait in your library, beside the atlas of impossible voyages, and let it remind you that invention begins wherever devotion refuses to rust.