Uncle Shom Part 1 [2027]

Uncle Shom finally looked at me. His eyes were wet.

Before I could answer, he pressed a cold, heavy object into my palm. It was a pocket watch, but not like any I’d ever seen. The face had no numbers—only symbols: a crescent moon, a key, a door slightly ajar, and at the center, a single unblinking eye. Uncle Shom Part 1

He didn’t turn around. “Time doesn’t have a direction, boy. Only a preference. And right now, time prefers to rewind.” Uncle Shom finally looked at me