In the quiet town of Meadowbrook, where the sun dipped below the horizon like a shy child, a peculiar man named Gustav sat in his dusty, clu...

In the quiet town of Meadowbrook, where the sun dipped below the horizon like a shy child, a peculiar man named Gustav sat in his dusty, cluttered workshop. Gustav's eyes, the color of a stormy sky, darted over his inventions—some whirring, others silent. Above his workbench, a single bulb flickered, ...