In a forgotten age, they whispered of a hero named Teles, whose footsteps were never felt on the earth of time's edge. He traversed epochs, unseen, shaping destinies with gentle, invisible hands.
Consider the year 3050, where the air crackles with stories untold. A figure in a shimmering cloak watches over a child. The child's laughter can alter the course of galaxies.
Fragment from the Journal of Teles:
"Yesterday is the door, tomorrow is the window. Today,
I walk in shadows that dance between moments."
Another hero, unseen and unknown, is the Weaver of Loomed Time. She stitches the fabric of reality, her thread invisible to the eye yet essential in keeping chaos at bay. Her hands work tirelessly at the intersection of moments.