Merging

Merging

the universe around them dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors. Time warped and distorted, stretching into infinity.



New York, 1965

The rain-soaked streets of Manhattan gleamed like polished onyx, reflecting the flickering lights of the city's nightlife. Tony stepped off the train and into the swirling mist, the familiar scent of smoke and desperation enveloping him like a shroud. He hadn't been back in years, but the city's pull was too strong to resist.The telegram had arrived three days ago, its words etched in his mind like a scar: "Alice dead. Come home." Tony's sister, his only family, was gone. The thought sent a shiver down his spine as he hailed a cab.