1920s

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the same man from her dream standing in front of her—in a different century.

I should have been scared, but I wasn’t. Maybe it was because I had already seen him so many times in my dreams, or maybe it was the way the moonlight filtered through the old ironwork of the Parisian balcony, casting soft shadows around us. It felt like a scene from a movie—one I’d seen a thousand times before, but never in waking life. Yet, here I was. Read more

An earthquake shook the ground beneath me, opening a portal to an era I had only read about.

I gripped the edge of the counter, the world trembling around me as everything seemed to blur. The earthquake was sudden, unnatural. It wasn’t just the violent shaking that unnerved me—it was the way it felt. Like something was tearing at the fabric of time itself. The small café where I spent most of my afternoons began to rattle, sending dishes crashing to the floor. Read more