Synopsis

The air hung thick with dread, a suffocating blanket woven from the threads of a nation's pain. It was April 4th, 1968, the day the world fractured. And I, adrift in time, found myself thrust back into the heart of it all – the South, steeped in a history of injustice and simmering with rage. The echoes of that fateful day pulsed within me, a desperate plea to alter the course of history. I arrived not as a spectator, but as an intruder, a ghost from a future haunted by the consequences of a