William Anderson never believed his father was capable of disappearing without reason. Carl Anderson was not a reckless man. He was careful. Precise. Obsessive about one thing above all else: time.
When Carl vanishes without warning, he leaves behind no note, no struggle, no explanation — only a trail of calculations and fragmented research pointing toward a remote, long-abandoned cave deep beyond the edges of town. A place Carl had visited in secret for years.
Drawn by equal parts fear and desperation, William follows the trail.
Inside the cave, he discovers something impossible.
The deeper chambers are not natural. Strange markings line the stone walls — spirals, intersecting lines, symbols that resemble both ancient carvings and advanced mathematics. At the heart of the cavern lies a phenomenon no science can explain: a distortion in the air itself, like a dark horizon suspended in stone. A seam in reality. A place where time does not flow — it folds.
When William steps into it, the cave does not disappear.
It multiplies.
He finds himself standing in overlapping moments — the same cavern in different eras. Pristine and untouched. Collapsed and ruined. Flooded. Burning. Echoes of voices drift from timelines not yet lived. And in fleeting glimpses, he sees his father — older, hardened, running from something unseen.
Carl did not vanish.
He crossed.
As William begins traveling through fractures within the cave, he uncovers a chilling truth: key moments across history are being altered. Small changes ripple outward, creating catastrophic futures. Entire realities are bending toward a single catastrophic endpoint his father called the Black Horizon — the moment when time collapses inward and all possible futures converge into darkness.
But the most terrifying discovery is this:
The fractures seem to respond to William.
The cave reacts to his presence.
The timelines distort around his decisions.
And somewhere in a future he has not yet reached, a version of himself may have already triggered the collapse.
Now, hunted across eras by forces that understand the cave’s power far better than he does, William must uncover why his father entered the fractures — and what Carl was trying to prevent.
Because the Black Horizon is not just the end of time.
It is the moment when time turns back on its creator.

Is it a river, flowing in one direction without mercy?


Is it a line, stretching from a fixed beginning toward an inevitable end?


Or is it something far more fragile—something that can bend, bruise, or even break?


But what if time is not what we believe it to be?


What if the future has already happened?


What if every second we call "now" is only a thin thread holding together events that were never meant to touch?


One moment he exists within the quiet walls of his study, surrounded by equations and unanswered questions. The next moment, he does not.


Or did he step into something we have never learned to see?


If time is stable, such things should not happen.


If reality is fixed, it should not tear.


Across history there are moments that feel misplaced. Accidents that defy probability. Encounters that seem rehearsed by fate. Events that echo as though they have occurred before.


What if the past, present, and future are not separate chapters—but overlapping pages?


What if someone learned how to turn them?


And what if every choice creates a ripple that does not move forward… but outward?


Somewhere in this vast architecture of seconds and centuries stands a young man named William Anderson. He does not yet understand why the patterns point toward him. He does not yet know why his father's disappearance feels less like loss and more like consequence.


And when enough questions gather, they begin to pull at the fabric of reality itself.


Perhaps the greater question is not what time is.


Chapter 1 - Prologue