The word “time” in literature is employed with remarkable versatility, frequently serving as both a concrete measure and a profound metaphor. In some texts, it functions merely as a temporal marker—a specific moment for action or change as seen in passages where characters note, “it’s time for me to go” ([1]) or when a new chapter of life begins ([2], [3]). In other works, time is imbued with philosophical gravity, reflecting on the fleeting nature of existence and the limitations of human experience, as Rousseau muses on life’s brevity ([4]). Authors also use “time” to underscore processes and transitions: it paces narratives through sequential events ([5], [6]), coordinates simultaneous actions ([7], [8]), or even encapsulates entire eras in a single expressive term ([9], [10]). This multiplicity of meanings shows that time is not simply a background element in literature—it becomes a dynamic framework that shapes both narrative structure and thematic depth.