"She has walked across time, yet no world will call her home."
Nyssa Verne does not belong here. She does not belong anywhere.
She came from a future that no longer exists. A world of glass cities and endless sky, where the past was merely a story to be rewritten. But the story collapsed. The world she knew unraveled, pulled apart by an event no one could stop.
Some say she was the cause. Others say she was the only one who survived it.
Now, she drifts across time’s forgotten places—always walking, always searching, never meant to stay. The visor she wears does not shield her from the world; it shields the world from what she has seen. The storm that follows her is not a coincidence.
It is a memory of a world that no longer exists. And something in it still remembers her.