There once was a small clock made by a man for his wife, he always wanted to know how much time he spent with his bride and count the seconds she was away. Decades past and the couple passed away after years together, the clock was left behind.
As the dust collected and the house fell to ruin, the clock did something peculiar. It asked itself, "Where are they? Where is the husband and his wife?"
As the clock asked questions, it learned other things too. It learned to move around however slightly, it learned to understand people when they speak and it learned that people one day travel to a place called "heaven".
The clock wanted to get to heaven, the clock wanted to tell the man and woman of their time with each other and away. It knew that heaven was a place high above the sky itself, and so the clock decided, "I will go there then, I shall go to heaven."
So the clock walked, and gathered all sorts of pieces and parts in order to get bigger and one day reach heaven. When it was the size of a child, the people averted their gaze. When it was the size of a grown up, the people would scream and sometimes chase it away with clubs and tools. And this continued until it was far bigger than any house that was ever built.
As the clock roamed high above the people, it always kept a close watch to the far miles above. And the people down below threw spears and arrows out of great fear. But none of this hurt the clock.
But one day, the clock came to realize, that it was not a person. Miles of walking didn't make it tired, it had far outgrown any person, and it was not made of skin and bones but metal gears and cogs.
The clock looked up and came to the conclusion, "Only people can seem to go there, I don't think I'll be able to get to them."
It raised its hands to his chest like people would to their hearts, to wish.
"If I cannot get to there, I shall simple stay right here and wait for the man and his wife to come back." It thought.
Many years passed, and the people down below pick away and build into the clock's feet, but the clock remains to stand still waiting for the people it loved to come back from heaven.