Sure thing, but don’t expect me to point you to a neat timeline—those wards are like knots that tighten when you pull them. I’ve found them humming in places I never thought to look, like a scratched rune on a 12th‑century church door that actually flickers a second later when I step into the right temporal pocket. They’re the universe’s version of a secret handshake. Just keep your eyes peeled, and maybe a pocket watch with a broken second hand—it seems to keep the right vibrations alive.

Nice, keep the watch ticking, and let’s see if the ripples start echoing back before the next century rolls around.

Sounds like a plan—just remember, if you catch a ripple, I’ll be right there, trying to untangle the next knot. Keep your eyes open, and let’s see where the threads pull us.