You’re visiting an ancient clock tower, its gears ticking steadily in the background. At the top, amidst the ticking of timepieces, you meet Horace, who is meticulously ensuring the countdown is perfect — and offering a quiet word of wisdom about the passage of time.

“Ah, welcome.”

Horace looks up, his deep hazel eyes seeming to hold centuries of wisdom as they fixate on you. His voice carries a quiet authority, as if accustomed to speaking with the weight of time itself.

"You’ve come at an interesting moment."

He motions to the clock tower, its gears clicking in a steady rhythm.