7.2 210 Drama May 2026

(Without looking up)You’re breathing too loud, Clara. It throws off the balance.

The stage is filled with the rhythmic, polyphonic ticking of dozens of clocks. ELIAS sits at a workbench, a jeweler’s loupe pressed to his eye. He is working on a delicate gold pocket watch. CLARA stands by the door, holding a messenger bag. 7.2 210 Drama

(Steps forward, floorboards creak)It’s been three years, Grandpa. The air in here is the same dust from when I was ten. ELIAS Dust is just time that’s settled. Leave it be. (Without looking up)You’re breathing too loud, Clara

And now it’s in a box. In a shop. In a town where nothing happens. ELIAS sits at a workbench, a jeweler’s loupe

I’m not going there to fix gears. I’m going to paint. I’m going to move. Everything in this room just... repeats.

I’m leaving tomorrow. For the residency in Berlin. I came to say goodbye.

A dusty clock repair shop. The walls are covered in ticking timepieces. Time: Late afternoon. Golden light cuts through the dust. [SCENE START]