The Clock is breaking.

In the Past, such as the Past is, the Clock would begin to tick, hands jerking backwards, dragging the weight of the universe itself behind them as though the threads of Time were anchor chains.

But now, the Clock is breaking. The hands jerk forward, Reality itself shuddering with each monumental crash of temporal thunder, and soon, very soon, the impossible will happen: a portal into a Future-That-Could-Be will open. A future where the Seers rule.

The portal will open soon. Not once, but three times, in fact. Three instance...but one future? Or three?

All that is known is that it will be dangerous, yet the knowledge gained could be without measure...

Alastor Winter Bacchus Kaze