The Crossroads of the Aether
Imagine a daughter of a poor clockmaker. She longingly look to the wealthy ladies who come into her father's shop. Alas, she can't afford any of their baubbles. Her father sees the sadness in her eyes and gives her some scrap gears, and metal. He lovingly shows her how to solder and she begins to create her own pieces. This is her creation, her heart and the need to look beautiful with what she is given.