"Time slips quietly through the waist of the hourglass, as the forest’s chessboard rests in the glow of twilight.
Two small pieces – unaware, yet hopeful – gaze upward toward the sky, where the wings of wisdom approach.
The owl hovers like a sign, carrying the answer in the silence of its claws.
But perhaps the game is not over yet.
Perhaps checkmate is not the end, but the beginning of a new move – a new story, in another time."