Synopsis

The familiar hum of the temporal displacement field settled around me, a disconcerting lull before the inevitable shift. Dust motes danced in the weak light filtering through the grimy window of what appeared to be a cluttered office – a scene I’d witnessed countless times. 2005. Again? The irony wasn't lost on me. A sigh escaped my lips, a blend of weariness and a faint flicker of grim amusement. This particular iteration felt…off. A subtle dissonance in the air, a misplaced detail that hint