"Time is an endless cycle, of decay and renewal.
Of life and death.
That which blossoms will eventually rot.
Woe betide he who ignores this undeniable truth.
He who believes he is safe from it.
He who believes he can live forever.
Lest he suffers a...
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You find yourself in a strange, unknown world. A vast, colorless field of ash, crowned by a pitch black sky and white sun. Scattered throughout the fields lay ancient ruins of civilizations and eras long forgotten.
It is the graveyard of time.
A lone, wizened man clad in shattered armor gazes into the horizon of his home, lost in thought. His skin is pale and rotten, his face concealed by an old iron mask.
"Ah. A visitor." The man says in a deep, tired tone, as he turns around to face you. "Few have managed to find this place on their own volition. Most end up here, buried beneath the ash, when civilizations crumble and die. This is their final resting place. A graveyard of time."
