Synopsis

Prologue:TheNexusofAllStorms

Timeisnotariver,thatgentlemetaphormenclingtoforcomfort,butatempestofimpossiblegeometries,amaelstromofconsciousnessandconsequence.Ithowlsacrossthedimensions,fracturingrealityintocrystallineshardsofwhatwas,whatis,andwhatmightyetbe.Andyoustandpreciselywhereitswindsconverge,asingularimpossibilityinthearchitectureofexistence.

Yournameshouldhavedissolvedintothevoid,syllablesscatteredlikeashesacrossforgottenepochs.Yourstoryshouldhavecompleteditsarc,sealedinthetombofconcludednarratives.Yethereyouremain,suspendedattheprecisepointwherepastandfuturecollideinviolentcontradiction,wherememorybleedsintoprophecy.

Beforeyouliesthechoicethatwasnevermeanttoexist,abranchingpathinauniversedesignedwithasingularpurpose.Thepastcallstoyouwithfamiliarvoices,echoesofmomentsthatcarvedyourbeingfromformlesspotential.Thefuturequiversatyourverybreath,realityitselftremblingattheparadoxofyourcontinuedexistence.

Andfate...fatehasbeenwaiting.Notwithpatience,butwithhunger.

Timebendsfornosovereign,noempire,nosoulbearinghistory'schains.Itcannotbecommandedorcontained,onlywitnessedinitsterriblebeauty.Yetyouhavebecomeitsanomaly,itssingularquestionmark.

Forfateisnotinscribeduponstonetabletsormappedincelestialconstellations.Itwhispersthroughthespacesbetweenheartbeats,shapedbyhandsbloodiedfromclawingattheimpossible.Itisforgedintheincandescentdeterminationofthosewhorefusethesentenceofoblivion,whostanddefiantattheprecipiceofunmaking.

Andnow,atthenexusofallstorms,wherename,time,andfateunravel,youmustchoose.