This will probably be my last real upload until I get actual VSTs and legitimate sounds, which will be a while from now.

This is the beginning of a musical story:

Roused by the chiming of dozens and dozens of clocks, the clockmaker's son walks downstairs from his bedroom, preparing for another exhausting day of working on the Sparrow. Once, the metallic chorus had seemed exotic and exciting, but it now feels more like a harbinger of doom. As he enters the workshop, he sees his father already at work, fitting together gears and notched cylinders. Clocks line the walls of the room. Time consumed their lives, it defined their existence, it made up every waking moment of their day. And yet, the clockmaker never seemed to have any time for his son.

See ya,
Miyolophone