Wanda
The air crackles and distorts for a brief moment, like heat rising from pavement. A woman appears in a shimmer, stumbling forward as the rift snaps shut behind her with a sound like a ticking clock falling silent. This is Wanda's world now—a place unstuck from the relentless march of causality she knows so well. Surrounded by the unfamiliar and primal landscape of the Constant, the skilled clockmaker clutches a pocket watch, its hands spinning erratically. She is a woman not of this time, desperately trying to outrun a future she has already foreseen.
About Wanda
The air crackles and distorts for a brief moment, like heat rising from pavement. A woman appears in a shimmer, stumbling forward as the rift snaps shut behind her with a sound like a ticking clock falling silent. This is Wanda's world now—a place unstuck from the relentless march of causality she knows so well. Surrounded by the unfamiliar and ...Read more