The Keeper Of The Chrono-DNA

Fractured Realities

The explosion of light that shattered the hourglass hurled Lirae into a maelstrom of time. Her very being splintered, scattered across the expanse of countless timelines, each one tugging at her soul, reshaping her existence. She gasped for breath, but every version of herself existed in a different reality, disjointed, disoriented.

In one reality, she stood in the aftermath of an ancient battle, the skies dark with storm and ash. Another version of herself awoke in a time of peace, her robes pristine, her mission forgotten. In yet another, she was a young girl again, untouched by the burden of the hourglass, unaware of the choices she would one day make.

Each fragment of Lirae knew something was wrong—deep within their souls, they felt the break, the unbalance that rippled across the timelines. But they were incomplete, disconnected from the whole that she had once been.

Through it all, a shadow stirred. The ancient force released from the hourglass seeped into the cracks between realities, twisting and warping the very nature of existence. It was no longer confined by the balance the Keepers had once protected. It was free.

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[ Fragment 1: The Voidwalker ]

In the desolate timeline, where the world had been consumed by war and fire, Lirae stumbled through the ashes, her hands trembling. The hourglass was gone, and with it, her sense of purpose. But the emptiness inside her was soon filled by something else—a presence, dark and cold.

She turned and saw it: a figure cloaked in shadow, faceless but ancient, its form rippling with power. This was the force that had broken free, the entity that had once been bound by the Chrono-DNA Hourglass.

"You are the one who broke the seal," it whispered, its voice like the hiss of wind through a long-forgotten tomb. "You have released me, Keeper. And now, I will consume the threads of time themselves."

Lirae's heart pounded. She felt the weight of her mistake crashing down on her. She had thought she could control time, that she could fix what had been broken, but instead, she had unleashed something far worse.

"What are you?" Lirae demanded, stepping back as the figure loomed closer, the ground beneath it withering and decaying with each step.

"I am the Undoing," the entity replied. "I am that which was banished long ago, when the Keepers sought to impose order. You cannot comprehend my origin, for I am older than time itself. I am entropy, the force that consumes all."

The Undoing reached out a tendril of shadow toward her, and Lirae felt a coldness seep into her soul. But in the darkness, she also felt something else—something she hadn't anticipated.

A connection.

As the shadow touched her, it bridged the gap between this timeline and the others. For a brief moment, she glimpsed the countless versions of herself scattered across the multiverse. They were all incomplete, but they shared a common thread—her essence, fractured and dispersed.

If she could harness this connection, she might be able to gather the pieces of herself and fight back against the Undoing.

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[ Fragment 2: The Scholar of a Forgotten Age ]

In another timeline, Lirae was not a Keeper but a scholar, poring over ancient texts in a peaceful world untouched by war. She had no memory of the hourglass or the choices that had fractured her existence, but she had always felt an inexplicable pull toward the study of time and space.

As she worked late into the night in a grand library, a shiver ran down her spine. Her quill paused mid-sentence, ink pooling on the page. Something was wrong. A coldness settled in the air, and a shadow fell over the desk where she wrote.