In the winter of 2150, I stumbled upon an ancient market where they sold shimmering hourglasses filled with laughter. Each grain a joke, lost to the sands of time.
Attend the Banquet of 3060Back in 1823, I participated in the first tea party held on the moon's craters. The Earl Grey was as gravity-defying as our ambitions.
Glide on the Steampunk ZeppelinThe summer of 4045 found us racing notches on an ornate pendulum. Yet, our victory was silence breaking the chime.
Echoes of Triumph