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Alexander Holmes is immortal—bound to time, yet lost within it. When a scientist vanishes during a dangerous experiment, time fractures, and reality begins to unravel. Hunted by a shadowy creature and haunted by his forgotten past, Alexander must uncover the secret behind his curse to save her—and possibly all of time itself.

But as time unravels, one truth becomes terrifyingly clear:
He was never just a witness to history—he was its trigger.

The Timebound

The snow had just begun to fall over Prague, blanketing the roofs in silence. Lenora Vysotská had spent the morning at the observatory, translating an ancient glyph etched into a relic known only as the Temporal Key.

No witnesses. No signs of struggle. Just a high-pitched hum that made dogs bark and clocks stall. And a circle scorched into the floor—melted stone, surrounded by frost.

Alexander Holmes arrived too late.

"She's not gone," Sister Yu said. They stood in the ruined hall, snow falling gently through the open ceiling. "Not in the way we understand it. She's been extracted."

Yu's eyes darkened. "An Echo Entity. A purifier. Designed to correct anomalies in the stream."

Alexander felt his breath still. "Lenora isn't an anomaly."

They found the entry point in the forest outside Brno—a tear in time, trembling like liquid glass.

Yu marked it with glyphs from a forgotten language. "This portal's unstable. If we go through, we may not come back."

Alexander stepped forward anyway. "Then we don't leave without her."

They entered a world outside time—a correction chamber, built in the folds between collapsed realities. A place not meant for humans.

The sky above them moved backward.

And in the center stood the Echo Entity—faceless, titanic, a prism of shifting forms. Behind it, bound in amber stasis, floated Lenora.

Alexander ran first. He didn't wait for strategy or logic. Love had erased all reason.

Yu followed, blade flashing silver through the temporal distortion. She struck the entity across one of its shimmering arms. It shrieked—not in pain, but in memory, as though she had cut a version of its past.

But the entity reformed faster than time itself. It surged forward.

Yu screamed something in a language Alexander didn't recognize, drawing its attention.

That gave him the second he needed.

And for a moment—just a moment—they were both inside a memory.

The day they met. The moment she laughed. The first time she told him she wasn't afraid to love an immortal.

The chamber began to collapse. Time retaliated.

The entity realized it could not extract Lenora without consequence.

So it corrected the stream the only other way it could.

Not with violence. Not with fire. With disintegration. Piece by piece, her atoms returned to the stream, unraveled gently, like a book being unwritten one letter at a time.

She whispered: "Remember me… outside of time."