We've been told that time is linear. And we've trusted in that knowledge.
We never learned to question it, nor have we ever tried to. But the distinction between past, present, and future was nothing more than an illusion—at least that was what Kenneth had come to understand during his time in this world.
Whether he was in the future or an alternate timeline in the future, a dimension that had yet to be discovered, he didn't know.
But he was certain this world and all of its mechanics were real, even if somewhat.
His eyes flitted at the windows, gazing at the sky, painted in black, flecks of white dotting the boundless canvas. A low, steady hum resonated in the background, vibrating through the air with an unsettling familiarity.
"What would you do if all the things we obey, all the rules we follow, believe, and the reality we perceive are actually lies?" Kenneth had asked him one night, breaking the silence between them.
