I am cast but never thrown, I am counted though I make no sound. Born from a Latin word meaning promise or wish, I travel secretly, yet decide publicly. Millions of me can change the appointed, But one of me weighs the same as another. What am I?

Man walks over; man walks under; in time of war he burns asunder?

Should times long past be forgot at me? Or should I be the start of someone new?

An ancestor, a clock, and a clause walk into a bar. All are the same, no matter how far. Shaping history and transcending time, He is the foundation for families, historical presence, and a chime.

Incredible land of intricate imprints, a variety of voices and vibrant vistas, where history hums and heritage holds the heart in harmony. Bordered by bands of burnt sky and bountiful botany, dotted with the wheel of law.