An ancient sundial shimmered with light not of the sun but of hidden enchantments. Mischief stirred in the shadows, moonlight caught in its bronze rings, and a quiet promise of magic lingered in the air. Some whispered it was she who had awakened its power, binding the night to her will. Others said the sundial itself had chosen her, lending its secrets to guide her path. Either way, its glow promised that her story was only beginning.
