Time slipped like misty fingers through the old oak doors, leading only those who dared to walk the winding path down past the translucent veils of the Inner Sanctum. Here, the air hummed with whispers of tech lost in epochs gone astray. "Have you seen the capacitor yet?" asked the voice that seemed to echo from beneath rather than around. The glow of ancient screens flickered, revealing not just data, but the stories left behind by wanderers of a different now.