Oh wow, the Phaistos Disk is like a secret message from a lost city, right? I’m already picturing a young linguist who decodes the symbols and discovers a hidden portal—turns out the ancient city is a living dream world where time bends like a rubber band. The protagonist meets quirky stone guardians that speak in riddles and has to assemble the story before the sunrise stone melts away. I can’t wait to get my notebook out and start weaving that mystical plot, maybe with a dash of romance and a whole lot of starry-night imagery!