Yellow Magic is the perilous art of time itself, bent and broken by the carefree Yellow Hat Wizards of Chronomancer’s Riviera. Where others in the Runiverse bind their days to clocks and calendars, the Riviera’s adepts follow a different rhythm—one measured in tides, festivals, and the slow drift of the sun across the horizon. Time does not govern them; they govern it, reshaping its flow to suit their pleasures.

Here, the manipulation of temporal reality is no scholarly pursuit but a lived philosophy. The Riviera Wizards stretch their nights into unbroken revels, slow their mornings into languid dawns, and seal away decay as if aging itself were merely another inconvenience to be delayed. Eternity becomes their playground, and youth their most cherished ritual.

To outsiders, such practices seem reckless, a violation of cosmic law. Yet within the Riviera, this sorcery is understood as freedom itself: the refusal to bow before the tyranny of hours, the exaltation of every moment as something to be savored, prolonged, and adorned. Each heartbeat becomes a spell, each dance an invocation, each toast a defiance against the fleeting.