Chapter 126: The Room of Clocks
As the Keepers ventured deeper into the Dreaming Realm, they found themselves standing in a peculiar room. The walls were lined with clocks of all shapes and sizes, each one frozen at a different time. The air was heavy, and the only sound was the faint ticking that seemed to emanate from the very walls.
"This place feels... timeless," Aric observed, his voice barely a whisper. "It's as if time has no meaning here."
Lyra nodded, her eyes scanning the room. "The clocks—each one showing a different moment. They're like fragments of time, captured and held still."
The atmosphere was surreal, the shadows lengthening and shifting as if alive. The room seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a living entity feeding off the energy of those who dared to enter.
At the far end of the room was a door, its surface worn and aged, standing as the only exit. "We need to reach that door," Elara said, her voice steady. "It might lead us deeper into the realm."
As they moved cautiously through the room, the air grew colder, and the shadows seemed to stretch toward them, whispering secrets of the past and future. The clocks ticked in unison, creating a rhythm that resonated in their bones.
"We must stay focused," Kael urged, gripping the Heart of the Veil. "This place is meant to confuse us, to make us lose our sense of time and purpose."
With each step, the Keepers felt the weight of the room's presence pressing down on them, testing their resolve. But they pressed on, united in their determination to uncover the secrets of the warped realm.
Finally, they reached the door, its surface cool to the touch. As they opened it, a blinding light spilled into the room, casting away the shadows and revealing the path beyond.