Before Their Deaths - Wanderer, Decipher the Waxen Imprints

Here, you'll hear no human voices, see no human shadows. The sun's flickering flames will scorch you, draining the color from your skin. Only when the starlit night shields you from sunlight, or when the Sun rises to melt away the morning frost, will you find relief. These present hardships will torture you forever, and no one can save you.But you have left behind the fire... the fire that will liberate them. And the fire meant to free you was illuminated long ago.

Look, the "Clockkeeper" is here with your temporal pardon. But this bail comes with interest.The seconds, minutes, and years of your absence will be foreclosed upon, forever beyond withdrawal.The only way out if forward, where each new moment you create becomes the currency to settle what you've borrowed from time's unforgiving bank.