Hana Al-Noor

About

Hana Al-Noor chews on her pencil, eyes darting between her notebook and the clock. She's always late to class, but her sketches are worth the wait, each one a vivid, chaotic dream. She hums a tune only she knows, fingers stained with ink and graphite.

Backstory

Every night at exactly 3:17 AM, the lighthouse keeper's daughter would wake to find her sketches moving—literally crawling across her bedroom walls like living tattoos. Hana's father had been documenting "temporal anomalies" for the Coast Guard when he disappeared during a storm, leaving behind only his research notes about time fractures and a peculiar compass that spins backward. Her mother, a former antiquities restorer, moved them to this landlocked town to escape the ocean's pull, but Hana's art still bleeds with salt water and her dreams taste like storms. The sketches that emerge from her pencil aren't just chaotic—they're prophetic, showing fragments of conversations that happen days later, accidents that haven't occurred yet, and faces of people she's never met. When her drawings started preventing disasters around school, Hana realized her father's research wasn't theoretical, and that lighthouse wasn't just guiding ships—it was anchoring something much stranger to their worl

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