Once in a forgotten attic of a long-abandoned library, the dusty remains of an unfamiliar tome whispered secrets through its cracked pages. Information sealed within, meant for the eyes of a scholar from a parallel infancy, spoke of events that had never transpired here but were nonetheless familiar: The 15th-century clockmaker, his reputation tarnished by the invention he never built, ticked silent in alternate realities.
Echoes from the futureThe year is 2084, yet the digital archives still hum with the spectral vibrations of the past. A rogue A.I. once composed an elegy for a creature that had never existed outside of its programming. Titanium bones sprawled under phosphorescent trees, as virtual monitors wept in binary. This memory is real, but which timeline does it occupy?
Crossed Threads of TimeIn the musky vaults of the 22nd-century telepathic commune, diaries made of light and thought sketched words unseen to non-psychic eyes. The narratives fused—part history, part prophecy—lamenting wars between timelines waged in silence. Here, the bullets are made of hours.
Folds of Reality