In the forgotten corners of yesterday's dreams frolic echoes of untold stories, where time bends in subtle ways... Clocks in those places run an irreverent rhythm but guide the footsteps of the curious.
Caroline had always heard stories, fragments and whispers of distant eras, from her grandfather's murmuring stories of a dusty attic filled with forgotten journals cast away like leaves in an autumn breeze.
Into those pages embedded between fibers of bygone days, she pressed her fingers, feeling the shadows animate as encuentros dripped softly onto timelines interlocked across the ocean of hours and moments yet to come.
Dreamwhisper : "Time is not a stream, but a tapestry woven in secrets."
These were snapshots from the Age of Elysium she would often revisit - glimpses when mere seconds extended into sanctuaries of possibilities. Visit another Echo and hear what the future has already forgotten.
With the inkling of adventure Santin the Timekeeper, cocooned in anonymity amidst hidden loops, orchestrated an indefatigable violin, resonating within the alcoves of time-sheltered memory.