She doesn’t remember crossing into another timeline, only that she now exists in several versions of her life at once. In one, she is loved. In another, she is feared. In a third, she is already dead. Each reality feels real enough to bleed into the next, and every choice she makes reshapes a world she never agreed to enter. But something is watching the overlap between timelines. something that knows her name in every version. And when she discovers she isn’t a victim of the fracture, but part of its origin, the question stops being how to escape… and becomes whether she should exist in any timeline at all.