(Robotic Dimension)
The camera light blinked once, then stayed steady.
A middle-aged man stood in the center of a crowded laboratory. Wires snaked across the floor like roots of a dead tree. Screens glowed on every wall, filled with moving lines, numbers, and symbols that only a trained mind could understand. The air smelled of metal and heat.
The man adjusted the camera and looked straight into it.
"My name is Kingston," he said calmly. "If this recording still exists, it means my work did not vanish entirely."
Behind him, machines hummed softly. At the center of the room, on a metal table, lay a device that looked like a watch. Its screen was dark, smooth, and without buttons.
Kingston reached out, placing a careful hand over it.
"This device," he said, "is not just technology. It is a bridge."
A small boy stood nearby, clutching an almost-empty notebook. His name was Olive, and though he barely understood what he was seeing, his wide eyes betrayed awe.
Kingston picked up the watch gently.
"I call this the Dimension Traveller," he explained. "It can open paths between worlds—worlds that exist beside ours but never touch."
Olive nodded, still confused.
Kingston smiled faintly.
"You don't need to understand everything yet," he said. "This device does not use buttons. It reacts to touch. To the person who holds it. When activated, it asks questions—not with words, but through thought. It studies the mind, the intent, the nature of the user."
Olive blinked slowly, processing the words.
"If the device finds the user suitable," Kingston continued, "it opens a gate. A portal."
"And if not?" Olive asked.
Kingston's eyes darkened for a moment.
"Then it will refuse," he said. "Or worse… react in ways we cannot control."
He set the watch back on the table and stepped toward the camera.
"This is my final experiment," he said. "If I succeed, humanity will step into a new era."
Olive's curiosity got the better of him. He reached out and touched the glowing blue screen.
The room shook violently.
"What did you do?!" Kingston shouted.
"I—I just touched it!" Olive cried. "The blue screen!"
A sound like tearing air filled the lab. Light exploded from the watch, forming a shimmering circle in midair. Machines screamed as alarms blared.
The portal opened. Wind roared, pulling everything toward it.
"No—stop!" Kingston shouted.
The Dimension Traveller lifted into the center of the portal. Light collapsed. Silence. The portal closed. The watch was gone.
Kingston sank to his knees, staring at the empty space.
"No…" he whispered.
The camera kept recording.
(Historic Dimension)
Sand burned under the relentless sun.
The Dimension Traveller lay half-buried, silent and lifeless, amidst broken weapons—swords, shields, spears—remnants of a battle. Blood had long dried into the ground. No one noticed the strange object. War demanded all attention.
After 40 Years
Steel clashed against steel.
A young woman moved in the center of the battlefield, her sword a blur. Dust swirled around her feet as soldiers retreated in fear.
Her name was Erika. At just nineteen, she was already a general.
Across from her, a man twice her age, clad in heavy armor marked with a rival kingdom's emblem, wiped blood from his mouth and laughed bitterly.
"So it's true," he sneered. "The famous general is a woman."
Erika tilted her head slightly. "Are we fighting, or are you planning to talk until sunset?"
Rage flashed across the man's face. He charged. Erika moved forward with deadly precision. In seconds, the man fell, his sword slipping from his hand. Blood stained his lips.
"Why do you fight like this?" he coughed. "So cruel. So cold."
Erika looked down at him. "Do monsters have families?"
He frowned. "Monsters don't exist."
"They don't have families either," she said quietly. "And if you still don't believe in monsters—then look at me."
The war ended that day. Victory belonged to Erika's kingdom.
(Historic Dimension – Kingdom)
The city celebrated. Wine flowed freely as music echoed through the streets. Soldiers laughed, citizens cheered, and banners waved in the air.
Erika stood beside the king, holding her cup but not drinking. She lifted it, sniffed it, and frowned.
"My king," she said softly, "this wine is not safe."
The crowd fell silent.
"What do you mean?" someone shouted.
"I am not accusing the kingdom," Erika replied. "Only the one who prepared this."
Panic spread. A soldier shouted, "My lord! Someone tampered with the wine!"
The king's voice turned cold. "Why?"
An old general lowered his head. "Because I refuse to accept a child… a girl… standing above me."
He was taken away. Not everyone celebrated that day.
(Historic Dimension – Streets)
Erika walked alone.
A girl tapped her shoulder softly. It was Mira.
"I heard what happened," Mira said shyly.
Erika sighed. "People fear what they don't understand."
"I want to be like you," Mira whispered. "Strong. Fearless."
Erika paused. "It's not easy. If you become like me… you'll understand my pain."
(Historic Dimension – Palace)
A council member complained loudly. "She is rude. She lacks respect."
The king replied calmly, "She protects this kingdom. That is enough."
(Historic Dimension – Erika's Home)
Erika returned home. She washed her face, changed into simple clothes, and opened a cupboard. Inside lay a crushed box.
Her memory returned.
One Year Ago – Erika's 18th Birthday
Her grandfather, Edwin, stood at the door.
"I have to leave," he said gently. "This journey will take time."
He placed a box on the table.
Erika's anger flared. "You're always leaving!" she snapped. She threw the box aside.
Present – Erika's 19th Birthday
She picked up the box slowly. She opened it.
A pulse of blue light filled the room. Her eyes widened.