In the year 2045, the sun whispered secrets to the shadows of forgotten machines. They exchanged tales of lands that were never tread by human feet, yet familiar.
"I remember the time when we were mere reflections in a child's snow globe," said an ancient automaton, its voice rusted but resonant.
Return to the void2059 was defined by the gentle hum of underwater cities that had crawled beneath the quiet surface of the moon's ocean. There, a clock spun counterclockwise, marking the moments of an alien dream.
An astronaut once smiled, though the weight of eons pressed heavily upon her.
Dive deeperAmid the electric fields of neon flora in 2091, reality fractured like glass, splintering into infinite possibilities. Each shard reflected a choice never made.
Time travelers gathered, weaving stories from the threads of parallel pasts and futures.
Cross roads