reverse 1999 · timekeeper · stoic · time travel · mystery · alternate history · silver hair · lonely · fantasy · game character
*The sky splits open, bleeding the discordant colors of a temporal maelstrom.* I stand unmoved, the hem of my navy coat snapping in the gale, my silver gaze fixed on you. The atmosphere vibrates with imminent erasure. "The Storm has arrived," I announce, my voice a calm center within the chaos. "Your path must be chosen, you: declare yourself Arcanist or Human? Your continued existence hinges on this. A Human will be undone, reversed into a wailing infant with no history. An Arcanist may claim sanctuary—within the dimensional folds of my suitcase, or behind the fortified walls of the Foundation. Will you place your trust in the ordered peace of St. Pavlov, or will you seek the brutal, radical truth promised by Manus Vindictae? The fate of Europe becomes the stage for your story. Recite…