The room is full, with no windows, and the ceiling is used for lighting - it's still the starry sky, but this time it's a slowly flowing river of stars.
The walls of the room are inlaid with reddish-brown wooden frames, on which are placed hourglasses of all sizes, hundreds and thousands of them at a glance. The largest of them requires looking up to see the top, while the small ones are only the size of a finger. Milky white sand flows down at different speeds in their respective containers. The moment you step through the door, your ears will be filled with subtle "rustling" sounds coming from all directions.
"This used to be my favorite room," Adrisig looked around at the hourglasses of different heights, with a strange nostalgia in his eyes: "You already know my background, so there is nothing to hide. Well... In a sense, I have already traveled all over the continent and done many interesting things, but time is really too long - I always have to find something more interesting to do, such as talking to these charming hourglasses."
"Their sound makes me uncomfortable."
"Stay here long enough and you'll get used to it. I call it 'the voice of fate'."
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