Blackrust Breath

An old object has a soul because of its story.

It is the story of the people that interacted with it through time.

An old iron nail through its existence is reused by many.

The first hand made it from metal and fire.

The second used it for its role.

The third one left it undefined by pulling it out from its position.

The fourth made a piece of jewelry.

As simple as that a blacksmith, a furniture maker, an antiques dealer and a jewelry designer of different eras are invisibly bonded by a common object.

Then who knows?