"The clock struck thirteen," she said, glancing at the digital display that blinked erratically. Was it real?
In the garden, the flowers sang a tune only children remember, a song lost to the rustling winds. Listen closely, and you might hear it too.
Beneath the old oak, a letter addressed to Arthur lay open, detailing a moonlit rendezvous that never came to pass. Who was he?
She found the key in an unexpected place, hidden within the spine of a book on the history of time travel. Unlock the secrets, if you dare.