"Jiga-Riga!" he chirped, his voice sounding like a winding music box.

Jiga-Riga wasn't a person, but a wondrous mechanical creature built from copper gears and velvet scraps. He lived in the hollow of a giant cedar tree, and he only appeared when a traveler’s shoes had truly lost their soul.

In the misty foothills of the Sapphire Mountains, there was a sound that didn't belong to the birds or the wind. It was the rhythmic click-clack-tap of , the legendary clockwork cobbler.