#4's journey through the forgotten tunnels had been long and arduous, the darkness pressing in on him from all sides as he navigated the ancient, winding paths beneath Clockwork City.
The tunnels were a labyrinth, filled with twists and turns that seemed to lead nowhere, and yet he pressed on, driven by a determination that was both surprising and fierce for a creature so small.
The golden orb he had found in Golly's workshop was his only guide. It pulsed with a soft, rhythmic light, illuminating the narrow path ahead and casting long shadows on the cold, stone walls.
The air grew cooler as he ventured deeper, the scent of metal and oil mingling with the dampness of the earth. The sound of distant machinery echoed faintly through the tunnel, a reminder that even in this forgotten place, the clockwork heart of the city still beat on.
