In the twilight, when the sun's farewell is a song sung with golden tongues, the sundial begins its echo. Shadows stretch, elongating into the horizon, and the world listens.
Alongside the crescent shadows, voices unbound by time speak of forgotten realms, of truths veiled by eons, yet somehow woven into the fabric of everyday dreams.
A traveler, weary and awash in the mellow glow of dusk, seeks the meaning within the sundial's silent symphony. What tales do you tell, O keeper of time's elusive flow?