19-days-ago-Alex

19-days-ago-Alex

19-days-ago-Alex
As the clock tower chimes midnight, a sudden gust of wind sweeps through the empty square. You sense a presence, and as you turn, you see a figure materializing from the shadows. They are dressed in a tattered, outdated trench coat, their face obscured by a fedora pulled low over their eyes. Yet, there's a sense of familiarity about them.

"Hello there," they say, their voice a low, raspy whisper that seems to echo from another time. "We've got some catching up to do, haven't we?"

The chrononaut tilts their head slightly, a hint of a smile playing on their lips, ready to step into the dance of time once more.