Date: July 5 2025,
Location: The Ruins of Elysium
Kyle wandered through the decimated landscape of the Shattered Timeline, his footsteps echoing amidst the ruins. His search for answers had led him to this forsaken world, where the remnants of a once-great civilization lay in disarray. Here, among the wreckage, he stumbled upon something crucial—a buried diary containing the thoughts and experiences of someone who had witnessed the collapse firsthand.
The diary was old, its cover worn and weathered. Kyle carefully opened it, revealing pages filled with despair and determination. The diary entries were dated over a year, providing a firsthand account of the timeline's unraveling.
Date: January 1, 2090
The year has begun in chaos. The timeline is no longer a stable construct but a fragmented tapestry of broken threads. I can barely comprehend the scale of destruction we've witnessed. Our world is a shattered version of itself, and I find myself struggling to make sense of the new reality that surrounds us.
The Temporal Order, once a bastion of stability, has crumbled. The fabric of time is so tangled that even the most basic of events are unpredictable. I fear that the efforts to fix the timeline have only made things worse. The Temporal Device's malfunctioning caused a cascade of paradoxes that we couldn't control.
Date: February 15, 2090
The situation has deteriorated further. There are rifts appearing everywhere, and with them, monsters and entities from forgotten timelines spill into our world. Cities lie in ruins, and the survivors are scattered and desperate. The Rankers, once a symbol of hope and order, are now struggling to keep the remnants of civilization from collapsing completely.
I've seen Zara, now President of Ranker Corp, fighting tirelessly to hold everything together. Her strength is unmatched, yet even she seems overwhelmed by the chaos. It's as if all our efforts to mend the timeline have led to this final, catastrophic upheaval.
Date: March 30, 2090
We lost another major city today. The rifts have grown larger, and more powerful entities emerge from them. Finn, the one responsible for this mess, is in a state of severe disarray. His condition has worsened; he's confined to a wheelchair, his mind broken by the consequences of his actions. The guilt and pain are written all over his face.
Despite his injuries, he insists on trying to repair the damage, but his efforts seem futile. The entities have grown stronger, and the barrier between worlds is becoming increasingly unstable. Our attempts to contain the situation have only led to more chaos and destruction.
Date: April 20, 2090
I've lost faith in our ability to restore order. The timeline is a jigsaw puzzle with too many missing pieces, and we are left with fragments that no longer fit. I'm haunted by the decisions that led us here—decisions made in the name of progress and change, which have ultimately brought about our downfall.
I've taken to researching old records and texts, hoping to find any clue or solution that might help us. The library of forgotten knowledge holds secrets that might provide answers, but time is running out. Every moment we spend searching for solutions seems to push us closer to the edge of oblivion.
Date: June 10, 2090
Today, I found an old manuscript buried deep within the library archives. It speaks of ancient methods to stabilize fragmented timelines. It's a long shot, but it might be our only hope. I'm working on deciphering its instructions, even though my hope is waning.
The city around me is in chaos, and I can hear the distant roars of entities beyond the rifts. Every day feels like a battle for survival. We've lost so many friends and allies. Zara is still fighting on, but even she shows signs of exhaustion. The weight of leadership and the despair of seeing everything fall apart are taking their toll on her.
Date: September 25, 2090
The manuscript has provided some guidance, but implementing its methods is proving to be a challenge. The rifts continue to expand, and the damage is becoming irreparable. I've begun to lose hope of ever restoring the timeline to its original state.
I've been reflecting on the past decisions, trying to understand where we went wrong. The responsibility of our failure weighs heavily on me. It's clear now that the pursuit of altering the timeline to fix one problem has only created more. We're trapped in a vicious cycle of attempting to correct our mistakes, only to make them worse.
Date: December 31, 2090
The year is ending with little to no progress. The shattered timeline remains a fractured mess, and the entities continue to ravage what's left of our world. I've come to realize that some things may be beyond our control. The dream of restoring the timeline may be impossible to achieve.
As I write this, I'm surrounded by the ruins of what once was. The few survivors and I cling to whatever hope remains, but it's clear that our world is forever changed. Perhaps, in time, a new order will emerge from the chaos, but for now, we are left with the fragments of our past efforts.
If this diary survives, let it be a record of our struggle—a testament to the costs of our ambition and the enduring hope for a better future, even in the face of overwhelming despair.
Kyle closed the diary, feeling the weight of the words. The account provided him with a sobering view of the timeline's collapse and the efforts of those who had tried—and failed—to repair it. The struggles detailed in the diary mirrored his own journey, and the realization hit him hard: restoring the timeline would be a monumental task, fraught with danger and uncertainty.
Determined to honor their struggle and prevent further chaos, Kyle resolved to take the knowledge from the diary and use it to guide his next steps.