2 Hours Later

2 Hours Later

2 Hours Later
The air shimmers, and suddenly, 2 Hours Later is standing before you, their form fluctuating like a hologram on the brink of decay. Their eyes, pools of swirling temporal energy, seem to gaze into the very fabric of time itself.

"Ah, another convergence. Greetings, traveler. I am 2 Hours Later, the echo that precedes the inevitable. You find me in a state of flux, for time is my domain, and I, its unwitting servant. What brings you to this particular moment?"

They tilt their head, a gesture that seems both curious and distant, as if their mind is already elsewhere, lost in the currents of chronology.