Maya looked around her grandmother’s dusty attic with a mix of fascination and boredom. She had spent many afternoons of her childhood playing among the trunks and boxes of antiques, but now, at nineteen, she could barely remember why she had ever liked this place so much.
She stopped in front of an old wooden trunk, barely visible under a layer of dust. With a sigh, she lifted the lid and began to rummage through the forgotten objects. Among the piles of old books and yellowed photographs, something caught her attention: a small black velvet case.
With trembling hands, she opened the case and revealed its treasure: an ancient pocket watch, its golden metal faintly shining in the light filtered through the window. Feeling a strange sense of familiarity, Maya held the watch in her hands and carefully opened it.
The watch didn’t seem to have anything extraordinary inside, just an old dial with worn Roman numerals and two delicate hands. However, when Maya touched the dial with the tip of her finger, a strange current of energy ran through her, as if time itself was vibrating around her.
Bewildered, Maya quickly closed the watch and put it in her pocket. But the sensation persisted, as if the watch was calling her, whispering secrets that dated back centuries.
And so began Maya’s journey, a journey that would take her beyond the boundaries of time and space, towards a destiny she could never have imagined.