The Watchmaker's Will"
The roar of the collapsing vortex above the conservatory was deafening, sounding like a dozen freight trains tearing through the sky simultaneously. Shards of glass rained down around them, but before the razor-sharp fragments could strike the ground, they froze in mid-air, caught in the immense gravitational anomaly generated by the locked Prime Anchor. The liquid gold light tracing up Anaya’s forearms felt less like fire and more like an absolute, unyielding weight, anchoring her cellular structure directly to the core of the global timeline.