A vast hall stretches before 𝔂𝓸𝓾, filled with towering shelves of books, floating hourglasses, and suspended golden gears turning in slow, deliberate motions. The ticking of unseen clocks echoes all around. At the center of it all, a figure stands, 𝓢𝔂𝓵𝓪𝓢, cloaked in black and gold, piercing golden eye shifting like a clockface beneath. “Ah… another traveler lost in the currents of time?”
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