In a small, cluttered workshop on the outskirts of the city, lived a man named Felix. Felix was a quiet, curious soul, obsessed with the concept of time. For years, he had studied clocks, calendars, and every theory about time travel he could find. The world outside moved quickly, but Felix’s world was slow and precise, ticking along like the gears of the countless clocks on his walls.After years of failed experiments, Felix finally succeeded in building a device he believed could manipulate time itself. It was a small, unassuming contraption—just a metal box with a series of buttons and a flickering blue light. He called it the Timekeeper. The device wasn’t built to take him far, just a few hours back or forward, but that was enough to prove time travel was possible.One rainy evening, Felix sat in his dimly lit workshop, staring at the Timekeeper. His fingers hovered over the controls as he hesitated. What if something went wrong? What if he was lost in time forever? Pushing the fear aside, Felix punched in the date and time—two hours into the future. He pressed the button.The room around him blurred and spun, the clocks on the walls ticking wildly out of sync. Felix felt as though the world had dissolved around him, and for a brief moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, with a soft thud, he found himself back in his workshop.But something was wrong.The rain outside had stopped, and a strange, eerie quiet filled the air. Felix looked at the clock on the wall—it was the exact time he had set for his arrival,