Time, they said, was a river, winding and twisting, sometimes spilling over its banks into lands uncharted. Yet here I stand, on a bank that never was.
A Note from 1923: The air was thick with promise as I strolled through the unpaved streets. My pocket watch ticked in tandem with the pulse of the city, a modern marvel. Little did I know, the vibrations of these streets would echo into eternity...
— M. Dorsey
Somewhere in the shadows of time, the whispers grow louder. They carry stories of everyday lives tangled with the extraordinary. A merchant in medieval Spain, a soldier in the trenches, a girl gazing at the stars from a rooftop in the '50s...
A Note from 2078: The skyline has become a forest of steel and light, yet there are moments of silence that feel ancient. We learn from whispered histories, written in the margins of time, that we are but caretakers of what has come before.
— J. Tarquin
The time traveler’s greatest challenge is not the manipulation of hours and minutes, but the understanding that every thread of time weaves a tapestry that stretches beyond comprehension. Each whisper, a stitch in the cosmic loom.
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