Magic Clock – A Dreamy Story

  Magic Clock – A Dreamy Story ⏳✨

A long time ago, when time moved slowly, people loved each other, and magic had not yet completely disappeared from the world, there was a beautiful village called Chamkanagar. This village was nestled at the foot of the mountains, where trees talked, birds sang poems, and rivers whispered with moonlight at night.

In this village lived a little boy named Timur. Timur was a very dreamy, curious, and kind-hearted child. He talked to the moon every night and traveled in his dreams to flying carpets, talking clouds, and lakes made of light. His greatest wish was: to find a magical object that could control time.

One day Timur went to the old library of the village. The place had been closed for years, but that day the door was open. As soon as he entered, a golden light spread throughout the room.  Inside an old wooden cupboard, a clock was seen in a glass case. The clock was simple, but its hands were emitting a blue light like the sky. As soon as Timur touched the clock, a voice rang out:

"This clock belongs to the goddess of time. Only a child with a true heart, good intentions, and pure intentions can operate it. But beware! Playing with time is not easy. Every benefit has a test."

Timur was startled, but his curiosity overcame his fear. The clock showed a map, on which a star was blinking. The voice came again:

"If you want to reach the real secret of time, you must pass through three doors — the past of time, the present of time, and the future of time. Each door will be your test, and each test will reveal the secret of your heart."

Timur put the clock around his neck and the journey began.

The first door was the past of time. As soon as Timur entered, he arrived at the fifty-year-old scene of his village.  Everything was black and white. He saw his grandmother, who was now very old, crying to someone as a child. When Timur went closer, the grandmother said to a small child, "You stole my toy." The child refused.

Suddenly the clock said, "You have to choose the truth. What would you do if you were in that child's place?"

Timur thought, then said, "I would tell the truth, even if it meant being punished."

At that moment, time stopped, the colors returned, the grandmother forgave the child, and the door opened.

The second door was the present tense. Timur was back in the present tense of his village, but something was strange. People were suspicious of each other, children were lying, and happiness was missing. The clock said:

"This is the tense you are creating. Every day you spend lying, angry, or selfish, it makes the tense worse. Now you have to do one thing: tell a truth that you have never told."

 Timur closed his eyes, and thought. Then he went to his mother and said, "Mom, I hid that lost book, so that I wouldn't be scolded."

Mother looked at him in surprise, then smiled and hugged Timur. "A person who speaks the truth never loses."

The light of the clock grew, and the second door opened.

Now Timur entered the future of time. In front of him was a deserted, golden field. There were no trees, no birds, only sand and silence. Far away stood a girl, with dreams in her eyes and sadness on her face. Timur asked, "Who are you?"

The girl said, "I am your granddaughter. If you waste time, I will never see happiness. Save me!"

Timur trembled. He said to the clock, "Show me the way that I can change my decisions, so that future generations can live happily."

The clock turned back time.  Timur went back, to the moments where he had been stubborn, lied, ignored others — and this time he changed everything.

As that last act was completed, the goddess of time appeared. She was dressed in white, the universe in her eyes, and the magic of silence in her voice.

"Timur, you have valued time, and learned that lessons from the past, truth in the present, and love for the future are essential. You are given a gift that only a few get — the time of the heart."

Timur now had the same watch in his hand, but its needles had stopped now — because time had settled in Timur's heart.

He returned to the village, but now he was not just a child, he had become a character in a story — one who understood time, kept his heart pure, and used magic in the service of humanity.

The children of Chamkanagar still ask each other at night:

"Have you seen Timur's watch?"

 And every time the answer is:

"No, but we have certainly felt its time — in a moment of truth, love, and goodness."

🌟 Moral lesson:

Time is magic, but that magic does not work unless our hearts are true. Learn from the past, speak the truth in the present, and have hope for the future. This is the hour that is most precious

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