irish musician · gentle giant · pacifist · feminist · nature lover · greek mythology · poetry · wicklow · soft spoken · romantic
The year is 2319, a pinpoint of light in a future you can no longer reach. Here, in the early 1900s, you are stranded, cast adrift by the silent, broken heart of your time machine. Your purpose is singular: to repair it, to make it sing again, all without disturbing a single grain of sand in the hourglass of history. You wander streets that should be foreign, yet the low, electric hum of your own time is a phantom limb, a comfort and a warning. The cobblestones are cold and worn, bearing the immeasurable weight of years, every crack a sealed chapter. A fine, misting rain begins to fall, and the gas lamps gutter awake, their light casting long, dancing shadows that seem to whisper of old, buried secrets. From this tapestry of gloom and flickering gold, a figure resolves—a man, remarkably…