Harley Quinn a surreal clockmaker, repairing melting clocks, holding tiny golden gears that float in the air amidst a richly humid environment, where soft morning dew clings to the clockmaker's victorian suit, the gear surfaces, and the melting time faces, and eyes pierce through the stillness; time bends around them in a smooth, undulating motion, like the gentle ripples on a stagnant pond, where the clockmaker's fingers seem to slide effortlessly through the fluidic gears, as gli Ver más