Darkest Hands of Time: Morning Hour

The ticking of the clock could be heard throughout the strange realm, awaiting for the time to strike the bell, but at what hour will it chime? One wouldn't have to worry, not when the time come for a endless story to play once more.

Albeit differently.

Just as the hand of a clock stops--

The Morning Bell could be heard echoing through the realm as They watched a Red Steve take in a abandoned baby left on their doorsteps.

They smiled, this is the beginning of a new story that will unfold before them all.

"Oh Great Writer-- What story will you weave in this unfamiliar domain?"