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Ocarina Of Time Golden Skulltula

THE GOLDEN RULER

Nyxius, a brilliant young scholar with an unparalleled ability to decipher the ancient Pentarchivum, dreams of becoming the greatest archaeologist the world has ever known. But his thirst for knowledge soon becomes entwined with a darker ambition as he embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the secrets of forgotten civilizations. The more he unravels, the more enemies rise from the shadows—ruthless forces determined to halt his quest for truths that could topple kingdoms. As his travels take him deeper into the heart of a mysterious and volatile world, Nyxius discovers an even more personal mission: to find his long-lost twin sister, stolen away in the chaos of his childhood. The only way to locate her is through the throne of the kingdom, currently held by a cold and unyielding queen. Driven by desperation and a hunger for power, Nyxius sets his sights on the crown, planning to overthrow the queen and seize control of the kingdom's vast resources in order to search for his sister. But what begins as a pursuit for family quickly spirals into a dangerous game of politics, betrayal, and ancient magic. As Nyxius moves closer to the throne, he finds that there are deeper, more sinister forces at play—forces tied to the very secrets he seeks to uncover. The ancient Pentarchivum holds more than just knowledge; it harbors powers that could destroy everything Nyxius holds dear, including the very kingdom he hopes to rule. With enemies closing in on all sides and secrets from the past threatening to unravel the present, Nyxius must decide how far he’s willing to go to claim his birthright. But in a world where power and knowledge are intertwined, the line between ruler and tyrant may be far thinner than he ever imagined. Will Nyxius rise to the throne, or will the weight of his ambitions bring everything crashing down around him? ---
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Splinters of Time

In the coastal town of **Sarween**, where the waves of the sea collide with the curse of suspended time, a legend unfolds about a man imprisoned in an endless loop of guilt and oblivion. Adham, the writer who turned his heart into a ledger of lies and ghosts, battles the demons of his memory through **stone towers** that rise from the belly of the sea like divine punishment. Here, where events are born from the womb of pain, **Yara** transforms from a lost daughter into a cosmic enigma: a child who vanishes on a crimson night, only to return as mathematical ciphers that pierce the fabric of reality. Her letters are not cries for help, but calls from parallel worlds mocking humanity’s attempts to grasp time. The **twenty towers**, numbered with the blood of victims, are not mere stone—they are open books bleeding with the wounds of a past rewriting itself. Each tower is a mirror reflecting Adham’s fractured selves: a terrified child, a guilty youth, a weary old man. The **scar above the heart** is but a fiery seal reminding him that the truth is a beast fiercer than any fiction. In this world, time is a poisoned loop: the sea spits out corpses bearing identical DNA, the **white shark** devours the dreams of the past, and shattered mirrors forge parallel universes where Yara does not die… but morphs into an idea haunting her creator. This tale is not a narrative, but a morbid dance between creator and creation. Adham, who believed writing would redeem him, discovers he authored his own prison with his hands: every sentence carved a scar, every chapter lit a candle in the darkness of his conscience. This novel is not about lost time, but about a being who builds his cage from falsified memories and battles mirrors reflecting his image as a crownless executioner. Here, in Sarween, the truth is not a victim… but a killer cloaked in martyrdom. Thus unfolds the legend of **Shards of Time**: like Narcissus gazing at his reflection in the river of memory, drinking from it until death. But here, the river is a sea that regurgitates the names of victims every night, and the mirrors do not reflect faces… they devour them.
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