This work speaks of a thought.
In life, everything is movement, people come and go, moments pass like wind.
But time… time is the quiet architect.
It does not ask permission;It simply knows.
One day, everything returns to its place. Everything fits.

In O’clock, two abstract beings play with this truth: One leaps, the other, like Pinocchio, grows a nose, reminding us that even in illusion, truth waits patiently for its hour.