The day my mother was critically ill, I went live to the entire world and told the most dangerous “lie” of the century: time travel.
It accurately predicted the sealed-off [Maya Truth], and by sheer coincidence, “repaired” a gap in civilization.
The prize money from the show gave my mother a chance to live.
But the system I made up dragged humanity into a catastrophe
Should we chase the illusory power of time, or recover beneath the stars the memory of “why we came here”?
They call me the [Entropy Defier], or the [Doomsday Prophet].
But I know I’m just a son desperately trying to hold on to his mother’s hand at the edge of civilization’s abyss.
