“…and beyond the silver cliffs, where the moon kisses the stone, lies Inc‑gre‑p‑c‑a‑ks, a place where time folds upon itself like a moth’s wing.”
“The of the Chrono‑Heart,” the central Chronarch whispered, “is that the river of time must flow elsewhere . To save one life, another must be taken, or the balance must shift.” incgrepcaks