Aris stood in the center of the silent Himalayan lab. The walls had dissolved into a shimmering mist. Standing where the Gate used to be was a figure—himself, but aged by a thousand years, holding a simple glass key.
The Gate wasn't a hole in space; it was a leak in . And now that it was open, the future was pouring into the present, drowning the world in tomorrow. The Collapse: The Accidental Opening of the Ber...
As the lead physicist for Project Zenith, Aris spent years trying to keep the Gate’s quantum vibration from destabilizing the local tectonic plate. But on a Tuesday at 3:14 AM, a freak seismic micro-tremor hit the facility. The containment field spiked, then plummeted. Aris stood in the center of the silent Himalayan lab
"Compensate!" Aris shouted, his fingers flying across the holographic interface. The Gate wasn't a hole in space; it was a leak in
Instead of steadying, the readout turned a blinding, impossible ultraviolet. There was no explosion. Instead, there was a sound like a giant intake of breath—a massive, global hiss .
"You're early," the elder Aris said, his voice echoing in Aris’s mind. "We weren't supposed to meet until the sun went out."
Dr. Aris Thorne didn’t mean to open it. He just wanted to stabilize it.