A dusty clock repair shop. The walls are covered in ticking timepieces. Time: Late afternoon. Golden light cuts through the dust. [SCENE START]
And now it’s in a box. In a shop. In a town where nothing happens. 7.2 210 Drama
(Steps forward, floorboards creak)It’s been three years, Grandpa. The air in here is the same dust from when I was ten. ELIAS Dust is just time that’s settled. Leave it be. A dusty clock repair shop
I’m not going there to fix gears. I’m going to paint. I’m going to move. Everything in this room just... repeats. floorboards creak)It’s been three years