In the summer of the forgotten year, a traveler clad in silk walked the streets of Atlantis, where the shadows spoke of lost empires. "I come from a land under frozen stars," she whispered to the shadow of Poseidon, who nodded solemnly.

During the winter solstice of 312 AD, beneath the stone arches of a Celtic circle, a flicker of light revealed the silhouette of a Roman emissary. "Meet me at the edge of yesterday," he said, tracing routes etched in the sands of time.

The autumnal twilight of 2050 saw a quantum bridge materialize above the Sahara. Connected by threads of light, two children from separate eras of Earth exchanged curious glances. "Our shadows are years apart," the boy remarked, with a smile that spanned epochs.