You stand at the edge of a grand estate, where the air is thick with the scent of rain on cobblestone streets and the distant hum of carriages rolling past. A river winds through the valley, its waters gleaming beneath the soft light of gas lamps, carrying with it the secrets of a bygone era. As you run your fingers over the weathered stone of an old monument, you feel the weight of centuries pressing in—a tapestry of history woven into the fabric of the land. Nearby, an abandoned library stands, its shelves heavy with the stories of those long gone. In the Realm of Timelessness, each room holds a piece of the past, every whispered conversation from the past echoing in the present. Here, every footstep takes you further through history, where every lesson learned shapes the path forward, and the world you walk through is both familiar and distant, as though the lines between time itself have softened.