Elysia stepped onto the gleaming platform, her heart aflutter with the promise of an adventure no one before her had ever experienced. She was about to breach the boundaries of the temporal realm and experience the fluidity of time itself. The euphoria she felt as the time machine whirred into motion was palpable, her eyes sparkling with dreams of the unexplored past and the mysterious future. Little did she know then, just how indelibly this voyage through the ages would transform her.
Years, centuries, millennia thrummed through Elysia's very being, each passing epoch a torrent of torment and revelation. The forgotten despair of fallen civilizations, the suffocating gloom of lost eras, the relentless terrors of apocalyptic futures — each bore into her soul, brutally reshaping her innocence into a harrowed understanding of existence. The spirited adventurer, once buoyant with the thrill of exploration, was consumed by time, her optimism and awe eroded away, leaving behind an entity less a woman, and more a specter born of the temporal abyss.
The ages had not only etched lines of wisdom onto her countenance but had also bestowed upon her a formidable power. The woman who once stepped onto the time platform with stars in her eyes and dreams in her heart had been irrevocably transformed. Now, Elysia was a Time Shaper — a melancholic deity, a guardian of the grim past and the tormented future, her very essence forever interwoven with the merciless ebb and flow of time itself.
Chromie!