Timeline Divergence
Author: Omoaruna
last update2025-07-10 19:47:41
The first thing Damien felt was gravity.

The second? Silence.

He opened his eyes to a dim blue glow and curved concrete all around. There was no sound of breathing, no sign of movement—just the quiet creaking of metal under pressure.

He was underground.

Standing up, he realized he wasn’t hurt. He had no gear on him, except for the black field book tucked in his pocket and a knife strapped to his ankle.

But there was no sign of Sophia. No Ash in sight.

He checked his internal tracker.

No signal.

The last log entry? Blank.

Just a timestamp: Now.

Sophia woke up alone, strapped into a moving train car.

She was seated.

And buckled in.

Outside the window? Just darkness and a flickering landscape that kept changing. One moment she saw mountains, then water, then desert, and finally snow.

Her hands were cold. And when she looked at her right palm, there was writing on it.

This wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a memory. It felt like permission.

She tried to stand.

But the seatbelt wou
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