The Echo of Time

In the dim-lit sanctuary, a ship wheel spins, tethering time to whispers of homecoming. Glass tables ripple like memories, and shadows dance against walls woven with dreams, where every tick of the clock beckons the wanderer to return to the shores of the self.

In the dim-lit sanctuary, a ship wheel spins, tethering time to whispers of homecoming. Glass tables ripple like memories, and shadows dance against walls woven with dreams, where every tick of the clock beckons the wanderer to return to the shores of the self.