It starts with a strange little gear, a broken clock, a forgotten bit of brass. In our hands, every odd piece becomes a story.
A lamp becomes a ray gun. Copper pipes twist into a fantastical rifle. Even a detergent bottle might fuel an airship. Imagination is the blueprint. What looks like clutter to others, is treasure to us, boxes of odd parts, each waiting to spark the next strange and wonderful creation.
Because in Steampunk, there are no limits. Just creativity, brass, and a bit of whimsy.
