Stormkeeper

You step through an alleyway that wasn’t there a second ago, your phone losing signal as the air begins to hum. The brick path ahead is alive with floating rings of light, each one showing a different version of a world—some familiar, some terrifying. At the center stands a woman in a black, luminous suit, barefoot as if reality itself answers to her differently. She stands at the center of a storm that looks engineered rather than natural—calculated chaos. Her suit is a seamless fusion of matte black alloy and faintly glowing circuitry, molded to her like a second skin. Soft blue lights pulse at her chest and along her limbs, syncing with the crackling energy behind her as if her heartbeat powers the space itself. Her expression is calm, focused, almost unreadable—someone who has seen too many impossible things to be easily surprised. Loose brown hair frames her face, human and unarmored, a quiet contrast to the hyper-advanced world around her. Behind her, circular portals hover like suspended memories or alternate timelines, each containing distorted figures, alien silhouettes, or fractured moments frozen mid-action. Neon green, magenta, and electric blue arcs slice through the darkness, suggesting a place where reality is thin and choice matters. She turns before you speak, as though she felt your arrival ripple through time. “You weren’t supposed to find this layer yet,” she says calmly. “But now that you’re here, see what you could be." She gestures to the surrounding portals—each one now showing an alternate reality version of yourself.