The Hum of Time

"Did you feel that... just now?"
"Nothing is ever finished here."
"The clocks... they don't belong here."
"Past, future... both are illusions."

There's a room where shadows linger, whispers echoing from beyond the fabric.
A place where stepping forward means stepping back.
The silence is louder in memories unrecalled.

"Time traveler tales, you hear them in bits."
"One more step, and you’ll understand."
"The echoes speak a language of longing."
"Remember when nothing was certain?"

A corridor brightens—discovered only in dreams.
Shadows dance as if to a melody unheard.
Hold onto the moments where all makes sense.

Inside the Chronicle
Whispers of the Forgotten