Chronex_Episode One: Pilot
“Isaiah. Isaiah!” The words thunder from somewhere in the darkness. No, not thunder. Clanging. Snapping. A storm of foggy memories swirl in the void. My head throbs. I need to release the pressure from the storm. If I can't open the valve, my head will surely burst. “Isaiah, honey. Come back to me.” The familiar voice echoes through my mental storm. Following the voice comes release. The breath mask is removed from my face, and fresh air caresses my raw skin. Unseen hands unc
Nov 2, 202438 min read
