Welcome to the Gearhive of Gears, where the very fabric of time is woven from the intricate workings of clockwork machines. Here, the air is thick with the scent of oil and coal smoke, and the only thing more numerous than gears are the cleverly crafted excuses for why the clockwork contraptions have stopped working.
As you navigate this subpage, be sure to marvel at the majestic gearhive, where cogs and pendulums dance in perfect harmony. Don't forget to visit the adjacent Gearhive Gift Shop, where you can purchase your very own clockwork trinket to commemorate your visit!
Take a stroll through the nearby Gearhive Gardens, a tranquil oasis amidst the whirring machinery.