They speak in hushed tones, the clock's hands moving in sync with the whispers. Are the gears behind the clock so different from those behind closed doors? Each tick told in the language of secrets, each tock a hint left unheeded.
In the shadows, those who watch without watching make their presence felt. A gaze from nowhere, a breath from the ether. Explore paths not taken, but imagined, where no one thinks to look. The Hidden Observatory Awaits
You hear it, the imperceptible undertone, like a distant radio tuned to static. Only those who listen can decipher the code woven into the white noise. Enter the Realm of Reality Masters
Do you dare to step through the veil? Follow the trails of breadcrumbs left by those whose intentions are shrouded. The future is not written; it is whispered, ever so softly, on the wind. Meet the Reality Distorters