I was watching old tool restoration videos last night at like 3am and got super emotional about them? A blacksmith makes a knife, maybe for himself or a neighbor, maybe to sell for far less than its value, or maybe just because he can. A knife that outlives him by decades, centuries, only to be found by another smith who takes it upon themselves to remove the rust, give it a new handle, polish and sharpen it, making it a collaborative work over the course of several hundred years, by two people who would never meet and lived in vastly different worlds. What would the blacksmith think, knowing that a piece of him would not only live on for so long, but be shown such love and care long after he was gone?