Arthur watched in horror as the air around Elena began to fracture like broken glass. The timestamp was executing itself.
To the rest of the world, it looked like random data junk. To him, it was a precise coordinate in the river of time. It translated directly to February 21, 2023, at exactly 01:30:01 AM and two milliseconds. 1676971801.002
When he opened them, the smell of ozone was gone. Instead, the air smelled of stale coffee and old books. Arthur watched in horror as the air around
He reached out a hand, his fingers tingling with static. He was a ghost in his own past. Elena paused, shivering slightly as if a cold draft had just swept through the sealed room. She looked up from her screen, looking directly toward him. "Arthur?" she whispered into the empty air. Then, the clock flipped. To him, it was a precise coordinate in the river of time