Kiyara loves visiting her grandpa's little workshop. It's filled with ticking clocks of every shape and size-tiny ones that chime like birds, tall ones that hum like wind, and a mysterious golden clock that never seems to tick at all. One rainy afternoon, when Grandpa steps out for tea, Kiyara notices a soft glow coming from the golden clock. The hands begin to turn on their own, and before she knows it, the room fills with shimmering light. Each clock begins to tell its own story-of courage, kindness, and the magic of believing in yourself.
