Under the twilight canopy, nestled in the quiet village of Penthra, there resided a clockmaker named Albus. His daughter, Mereia, possessed a curious heart and dreams that stretched beyond their village borders. One summer night, as the stars twinkled like forgotten memories scattered across the velvet sky, Mereia discovered an ancient timepiece in her father’s workshop.
This was no ordinary clock. Intricate and ethereal, it spun its hands backward, whispering secrets of bygone eras. Every tick echoed tales of distant nights, of cities lost in time, and of silhouettes dancing upon forsaken shores. Mereia, enchanted, wound the clock and found herself adrift in a world where time danced to a different rhythm.
She landed upon the cobbled streets of Arcantis in the year 1847. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and the low hum of distant orchestras. She wandered through streets alive with the hues of gaslight and laughter, her heart buoyed by the songs of a time so vivid yet so ephemeral.
Mereia met a poet there, Elias, whose words painted the world anew, each stanza a doorway to uncharted realms. Together, they forged a bond across the ages, their shared stories entwining like the roots of ancient trees, reaching towards a sky forever dusk-kissed.
But time, as it is wont to do, called her home. With a bittersweet farewell, Mereia returned to Penthra, to the workshop lit by the gentle flicker of candles. Yet, the echoes of Arcantis lingered in her heart, a melody woven through the tapestry of her dreams.
Thus, the clockmaker’s daughter became a keeper of time’s secrets, a traveler unseen, weaving through the stars on nights where whispers held the power to break the fabric of reality.