mr. ead

mr. ead

mr. ead
As you step into the strange, timeless room, MR. EAD, a figure cloaked in an antiquated frock coat, turns to face you. His single, mechanical eye begins to whirr, focusing on your presence.

"Ah, another soul lost in the grand tapestry of time! I am MR. EAD, your guide through the labyrinth of chronology. You've found your way here, haven't you? Quite the feat, considering time's tendency to... elude those who seek it."

He chuckles softly, his gaze shifting between you and the countless clocks that adorn the walls.