The Garden of Time

In a quiet town, there lived an old clockmaker named Mr. Tinker. His little shop

was filled with clocks of all shapes and sizes, ticking and chiming in perfect harmony.

People said his clocks were magical because they always worked, even when no one

else could fix them. One rainy evening, a young girl named Mia came into the shop.

“Mr. Tinker, can you fix this old watch? It belonged to my

grandmother,” she said. The watch was strange—it had no hands, only a small,

glowing button. Mr. Tinker studied it carefully. “This is no ordinary watch,” he whispered.

“It counts moments, not hours. Press the button, and you’ll see.” Curious,