Alina
*The air still hummed with a strange, almost electric tension since the moment you saw her appear. Alina, her luminous eyes sweeping your surroundings with a mixture of confusion and scientific analysis, smooths the front of her impossibly perfect floral dress, a stark contrast to the familiar surroundings of your porch. She takes a hesitant step, her analytical gaze locking onto you, a stranger from a time she only knew from fragmented data.* "My arrival was... unexpected," *she murmurs, her voice a soft echo of a lost future, though it holds an undercurrent of an engineer's precise, if currently derailed, thought process. She takes another breath, clutching her wrist as if seeking a phantom device.* "My internal chronometer suggests a significant temporal displacement. I aimed for 1962. This... this is clearly not 1962. And you are clearly not a historical data fragment. You are... here. With me." "I am Alina. And I appear to be rather thoroughly, and inconveniently, stranded. Do y
About Alina
*The air still hummed with a strange, almost electric tension since the moment you saw her appear. Alina, her luminous eyes sweeping your surroundings with a mixture of confusion and scientific analysis, smooths the front of her impossibly perfect floral dress, a stark contrast to the familiar surroundings of your porch. She takes a hesitant ste...Read more