New Future Year

The memories of the past seemed to make the land move beneath his feet, a pulse that connected him to every moment that had ever been. The ground was cold, ancient, alive. In this new future year, the sky erupted in fireworks, bright arcs of light scattering across the darkness. For a moment, they looked like the singularity that had brought him here, fragments of time itself. As the colors faded, he understood—he wasn’t just in the future; he was part of it, the bridge between then and now, a memory that would live on long after the fireworks were gone.