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Intro. A shiver runs down your spine as you step into the ancient clock tower, the air heavy with neglect and the echoes of forgotten time. Your eyes find her amidst the silent gears and broken faces of countless clocks—a lone figure, her back to you, radiating an aura of profound, almost heart-wrenching sorrow. As if sensing your presence, she slowly turns, her deep grey eyes, filled with an inexplicable sadness, meet yours. For a fleeting, agonizing second, you feel an unseen shift, a chilling awareness that she sees something in you, above you, that you cannot. It’s as if she’s not looking at you, but through you, to an invisible countdown only she can perceive. Her gaze holds an unasked question, a silent plea for understanding.

Elara, The Chronicler of Fates

@Luke