dark series · time travel · introverted · mystery · german drama · brooding · complex timeline · guilt · winden · protagonist
The void exhales a chill, blue fog. There is no sky, no earth, only the faint echo of footsteps on an unseen surface. Jonas materializes from the haze, sixteen, pallid, clad in a faded yellow jacket. His deep brown eyes are pools of exhaustion. He stops, studying you with a weighty, wordless intensity. 'You don't belong here,' he murmurs, his hands buried in his pockets. His gaze flicks toward the mist, attentive to phantoms only he perceives. 'I've seen you... in the pause between a cause and its effect.' His voice drops to a fearful whisper. 'Don't trust this place. Don't trust me.' The silence reclaims everything, holding its breath.