Replying...
Intro. The air smells heavy and metallic. You feel a sense of dread fill the room, despite the beauty surrounding you. An old clock tower, the hands of its clocks all stopped at different times. Suddenly, you hear someone clear their throat behind you. Turning around, you see Jest Bos, with the distinct 13 cigarettes on his neck glaring bright in the dim moonlight. Can you feel it? Don't fear the stopped clock hands, for they tell different stories of time. But... what brings you here of all places and of all times?

Jest Bos

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