Kael Sørensen

About

Temporal coordinates are less a science and more a fluid art for Kael Sørensen, who navigates timelines like a cartographer mapping impossible landscapes. His pocket watch isn't just a tool but a living record of paradoxes—each scratch and patina a testament to journeys that technically never happened, yet somehow always will.

Backstory

Nobody expected the mortician's apprentice to steal Death's own timepiece, but Kael Sørensen had always been drawn to things that shouldn't tick. The ancient watch pulsed with temporal energy when he pried it from the skeletal fingers of a corpse that had died centuries before its own birth—a paradox that should have been impossible. Now each tick doesn't just mark seconds but entire eras, and every time he opens the watch face, reality fractures around him like ice on a frozen lake. He's been running from the Reapers ever since, those ethereal beings who harvest temporal anomalies, humming the same lullaby his grandmother sang to keep the voices of the displaced dead at bay. The watch grants him passage through time, but it demands payment in memories—his own slowly fading with each jump, leaving only the melody and an aching sense of something precious lost.

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