In the dusty corners of forgotten archives, whispers of time travel linger.
An entry from a lost tome details how to listen to the past:
"Find a place beneath the old oak where shadows dance. Sit quietly until the echoes reveal themselves. Words will come to you, though they make little sense at first."
Weaving time is not for the faint-hearted. The tapestry must be woven with threads of memories.
Rumor has it, a child's laughter can stabilize the weave.
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