Time Lord Here

In the year 2147, humanity discovered something it was never meant to find: a fracture in time.

She raised her hand, and the fracture stopped growing. time lord

“I am the first one who fell. The shepherd, Batzorig. But I am also the last one who will remain. The fracture did not break time. It woke me up. And I have been holding the clock together with my own hands ever since.” In the year 2147, humanity discovered something it

Elara grew up inside the fracture's influence, in a settlement called Obsidian Tower—a black spire of unknown origin that had erupted from the earth on the day of her birth. The Tower hummed at a frequency just below hearing. Its walls shimmered with symbols that no linguist could decode, but that Elara could read by the age of four. When asked what they said, she replied, “They are the seconds between seconds. The space where time goes to rest.” The shepherd, Batzorig

“You have two pulses, child. One mortal. One temporal. You can walk the tapestry as I never could. You can mend the torn places, stitch the loose threads, remind each moment that it belongs exactly where it is.”