In the era of steam machinery, kingdoms rise and fall. Wars rage, heroes fade, and history marches on, indifferent to who suffers or survives.
I am Sylvas. Once a noble’s son, an accident changed everything. I rose with memories not my own, knowledge beyond my years—a past that doesn’t belong to me.
I am Zeke. A boy cursed with emotions too deep, feeling everything too intensely. Joy burns, sorrow drowns, fear claws at my throat. I taste lies on the air, hear pain in steady voices, see the weight of unspoken grief. The world is too loud, too raw, too much. I longed for silence—for escape. When darkness consumed me, I thought I had found peace. I was wrong.
I woke in another life. A noble’s son. A world of swords, crowns, and iron machines. A name not my own.
Am I Sylvas dreaming of Zeke or Zeke dreaming of Sylvas? Or something else entirely?
As kingdoms burn and history repeats, I must find the truth—before neither of us survives.
