The conversations throughout the hall gradually fell silent. Every gaze turned toward the entrance.
Three figures walked inside with unhurried elegance.
The first thing I noticed was immediately their eyes.
Instead of ordinary pupils, intricate clock faces rested within both eyes, their delicate hands moving slowly in opposite directions as though measuring a passage of time that no one else could perceive.
The two men walking at the rear stood nearly nine feet tall, their broad shoulders wrapped in flowing light-blue robes embroidered with countless silver constellations.
Leading them was a woman who stood a little over six feet tall.
Long black hair cascaded freely down her back, contrasting beautifully against robes of pale blue that shimmered gently with every step she took. She appeared cute while the slowly rotating clock hidden within each eye gave her an indescribable air of timeless wisdom.
