A lone traveler in a deep blue cloak stands at the base of an ancient, overgrown city where time itself seems to have stopped. Towering gears and colossal clock faces hang suspended in the air, remnants of a civilization that once worshiped the passage of time. Sunlight filters through the ruins, glinting off brass mechanisms entangled with vines. As the traveler gazes upward, the faint ticking of unseen machinery echoes through the hollow streets, a heartbeat from a forgotten age still turning somewhere within the bones of this lost world.