(Solomon's POV)
Time was not supposed to bleed.
Yet that was exactly what it was doing.
The city stretched before us beneath a silver sky, its impossible towers rising from streets that should not exist.
A city from the future.
A city that had never been built.
And somehow...
A city that remembered us.
The First Citizens
The gates opened before we touched them.
No guards stood watch.
No machines challenged our presence.
The city simply knew we had arrived.
Mirabel stepped forward.
The silver light inside her eyes flickered uneasily.
"I don't like this," she whispered.
Neither did I.
Every instinct screamed danger.
Not because the city felt hostile.
Because it felt familiar.
Too familiar.
As though I had walked these streets a thousand times before.
As though I had mem
