The Chamber of Clocks is the oldest prison in the Deus system, located between the dimensions of time and space. This space has no walls, only an endless dark sky, as if time itself has frozen. Inside, thousands of clocks float with unique shapes and colors, creating a magical yet terrifying atmosphere. The soft light emanating from each clock casts moving shadows around the hall, as if time itself is dancing. In the dizzying peace, Fitran feels his breath starting to quicken. Every passing second seems to bring him closer to a bitter truth—the truth about the decisions he has made and the inevitable consequences.
The atmosphere in the Chamber of Clocks is filled with tension and silence. The rhythmic ticking of the clocks creates a soothing yet frightening melody. Behind that rhythm, he feels soft whispers from memories of the past—voices calling his name, creating an illusory image of the people he once loved and lost. The clock hands turn cruelly, creating a space where hope and regret intertwine. Each tick brings Fitran Fate, or whoever he is now, deeper into painful memories. This space is not just a physical prison but also an emotional one, where every wrong choice manifests as an unavoidable memory.
When names have been erased from the world, and voices no longer recognize their source, the Deus system draws one last card: Time itself. Not time as seconds, not hours or dates, but Time as the Judge. His curiosity begins to grow, pushing aside the fear that clouds his mind. He wonders how time can be more than just a measurement; how time can know good and evil, with thoughts giving meaning to the journey of life lived. Time as the keeper of possibilities you have rejected.
System Intervention: Decretum Temporalis – Chamber of Clocks
This prison serves to filter beings that deviate too much from the existential order. The Chamber of Clocks does not imprison the body—but confronts you with all the times you made the wrong choices. In its walls, shadows of the past tremble, representing broken bridges, reminding every remaining soul of every second wasted so easily. Each tick of the clock seems to remind that there are many paths to take, but only a few can lead us in the right direction.
Fitran Fate, or whoever he is now as his name has been lost, is dragged without a trace. Not by a creature, but by the clocks that have stopped ticking. He appears in a wall-less hall, filled with thousands of floating clocks, each holding stories and regrets. He feels whispers from many wasted times, as if demanding him to listen to every unspoken story, waiting for the moment to be remembered.
Wall-less Hall: This space is open, with a night sky filled with twinkling stars. Beneath it, thousands of clocks float, spinning and vibrating in strange harmony. In the silence that envelops, echoes of past voices fill the space, creating an atmosphere full of tension and hope. All visitors here, bound by the same time trajectory, feel the weight of an unavoidable past, as if their fate has been written long ago.
Floating Clocks: Each clock has a different design. There are hourglasses frozen in the middle, watches whose hands point to unheard sounds, and wall clocks glowing like a beating heart. Each mechanism is a mirror reflecting uncertainty, challenging its inhabitants to reflect on the steps they have taken. With every leap through time, each clock calls to their souls, enticing them to remember precious moments and cherish lost opportunities.
Grand Pendulum Deus: In the center of the hall stands the oldest clock known as the Grand Pendulum Deus. This clock has no numbers, only cries echoing throughout the space, as if reminding all present of lost time. The pendulum vibrates with the tension of the past, as if waiting for the right moment to swing the secrets it holds within. There is a belief there that everyone who gazes upon it will feel the vibration of their soul, and perhaps that is the true power of time that will continue to move even while trapped in memories.
Fitran steps forward. And soon, one clock begins to tick. From within it, young Fitran appears, wearing an academy robe, standing in front of a crying student. He looks back at himself, trapped in a flow of unwanted emotions. The memory comes alive, bringing him a deep sense of guilt; guilt over words unspoken and hugs not given.
"Why didn't you save me that day?"
The second clock ticks. Fitran stands before Rinoa, a figure he knows more than just a friend. In Rinoa's gaze, he sees hope and sorrow, as if every passing second demands an answer he cannot give. He longs to hold her hand, but something holds him back, teaching him that sometimes the words spoken and unspoken can hurt deeper than one can imagine.
"Why didn't you say 'I love you' before I disappeared?"
The third clock ticks. Sheena, sitting alone in front of the ruins of Avalon, haunted by beautiful memories that now remain only as ghosts. She struggles to remember Fitran's smile, the look in his eyes full of hope, but all of that only deepens her sorrow. In silence, she feels the depth of the chasm of time that separates them, creating an agonizing helplessness.
"Why did you choose not to return?"
Fitran does not answer, and that is the problem. Outside the Chamber of Clocks, various lights vibrate with tension, every detail of the old walls seems to breathe, supporting the doubts surrounding each inhabitant's situation. The Chamber of Clocks does not demand regret; it will only let you go if you have enough courage to say, "I will keep moving." The room, filled with antique clocks ticking in enchanting rhythm, creates a symphony understood only by those who dare to interrogate the time they possess.
"What will you do, owner of the lost name?" "You cannot attack the past." "You can only... accept that time will not give you a hug."
Fitran falls to his knees, the weight in his chest feels like the burden of a world that refuses to leave. His hands tremble, recalling all the words left unspoken and the opportunities missed. The Origin Code glows softly, as if offering warmth, but it does not help. Because this is not about strength. It is about yourself that you do not want to see, the shadow of uncertainty gripping his heart, refusing to let him move forward.
Beelzebub appears. But she cannot enter.
"I can fight the system..." "But I cannot save you from your own decisions."
One voice emerges. Soft, vibrating in the void. Not an accusation, but a reminder that fear is not an insurmountable barrier. "You know... all these versions of yourself still exist somewhere," the voice continues, full of hope that melts the pain. "And none of them... hate you."
Fitran looks up. In the dimness that is almost blinding, his thoughts and feelings clash with one another, trapped in a whirlpool. And he speaks to all the times that have shaped him:
"I will not fix you." "I do not want to rewrite mistakes." "But I... will carry you with me." In this confession, his heart beats, a newfound determination begins to erase the boundaries between fear and hope.
Existential Magic: Chrono Cradle – A Place for Broken Time
Magic to contain fragments of failed time, not to rewind, but to provide a place within existence for all decisions that do not wish to be buried. In this space, every moment is trapped in eternity, waiting to be acknowledged and appreciated.
All the clocks begin to shrink into points of light. Those points enter Fitran's body—not as wounds, but as rhythm. Time no longer torments him; he beats along with his wounds. In every beat, he feels the presence of the past that continues to shape him, implying lessons that cannot be ignored. Each tick becomes a reminder of the decisions made, and Fitran feels the burden and freedom in one breath.
The Grand Pendulum Deus stops swinging. And opens a path. The Chamber of Clocks, with its high ceiling and walls filled with clocks ticking in harmony, seems to encompass all ages. The aroma of wood and irritated metal seems to whisper to Fitran, reminding him of the journey he has traveled, and how time will forever exist in every corner of it.
"You are not the right person." "But maybe that's why... you deserve to be a witness." Behind those words lies doubt and hope, a contradiction that merges in a sentence that seems to free him from the choices that bind him. He feels so small in the face of deep meaning, oscillating between being a marker of the journey and being part of a larger narrative.
Fitran exits the Chamber of Clocks. He is not whole. But he is now able to walk without avoiding time. With each step, he feels as if he carries the weight of his entire history, but he has also found a way to embrace his future. The darkness outside gives way to a new light that begins to whisper promises of rebirth and self-discovery.