Arbitor_Enamator
What is fate, really?
The thought lingered in his mind as he scrolled through the remnants of a fractured timeline.
Each panel was a fragment of the apocalypse-a shattered Solaris. Calamity after calamity unfolded before his eyes, screams of despair frozen in time, some pleading for salvation, others lost to the chaos entirely.
And in the center of it all, she stood-hair like ripened strawberries, radiating a savior's aura. Could they-could he-do anything to stop this? Could they alter the path carved in devastation, or were they merely spectators of inevitable ruin?
In that question, that uncertainty, the weight of existence pressed down: this storyline, these events, these choices-they existed for no other reason than to answer that question.